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It Is Obvious Lyrics
It is obvious
may I say, oh baby, that it is found on another plane?
Yes I can creep into cupboards, sleep in the hall
your stars - my stars, a simple cock bar
only an impulse - pie in the sky
mumble listen dolly
drift over your mind - holly
creep into bed when your head's on the ground
she held the torch on the porch,
she winked an eye
Reason it is written on the brambles
stranded on the spikes - my blood red, oh listen:
remember those times I could call
through the clear day
time - be there...
braver and braver, a handkercheif waver
the louder you lips to a loud hailer
growing together, they ('re) growing each either
no wondering, stumbling, fumbling
rumbling minds shot togther,
our minds shot together...
So equally over a valley, a hill
wood on quarry stood, each of us crying
a velvet curtain of grey
mark the blanket where the sparrows play
and the trees by the waving corn stranded
my legs move the last empty inches to you
the softness, the warmth from the weather in suspense
mote to a grog - the star a white chalk
minds shot together, our minds shot together...
may I say, oh baby, that it is found on another plane?
Yes I can creep into cupboards, sleep in the hall
your stars - my stars, a simple cock bar
only an impulse - pie in the sky
mumble listen dolly
drift over your mind - holly
creep into bed when your head's on the ground
she held the torch on the porch,
she winked an eye
stranded on the spikes - my blood red, oh listen:
remember those times I could call
through the clear day
time - be there...
braver and braver, a handkercheif waver
the louder you lips to a loud hailer
growing together, they ('re) growing each either
no wondering, stumbling, fumbling
rumbling minds shot togther,
our minds shot together...
wood on quarry stood, each of us crying
a velvet curtain of grey
mark the blanket where the sparrows play
and the trees by the waving corn stranded
my legs move the last empty inches to you
the softness, the warmth from the weather in suspense
mote to a grog - the star a white chalk
minds shot together, our minds shot together...
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Correct lyric is
are simple cot bars
through the clear daytime and you'd be there
braver and braver a hankerchief waverer the louder your lips to that little loud hailer growing together for the good of each other a wandering fumbling stumbling rumbling our minds shot together, our minds shot together.
and hog to a grog
The song is running backwards - they're getting together - our minds shot together is at the end, in the middle paragraph their splitting up & they're both falling apart and him into madness over it - our minds shot together. Shot through.
The versions off the extended Opel are the only ones to do, take 5 is the saddest version of this the joint top saddest song ever, though take 3 is tough too.
It's about flying with RyanAir and not even getting a seat.
Reason, it is written on the brambles, Stranded on the spikes, my blood READ: Oh, Listen"
You see, it is 'my blood "read"', not "red" ...
It's like the title of the song ... It Is Obvious!
(The) Reason is obvious. In his blood, it is written: "Oh Listen!"
More thoughts on that: Reason is written on the brambles. His blood, stranded on the spikes, reads: "Oh Listen".
Right, so with that clarification out of the way ...
"Remember those times I could call through a clear daytime and you would be there."
Perhaps the "you" in this sentence is Reason itself.
The oppppsite of a "clear daytime" is a cloudy, or unclear, night.
He remembers when he could excersize reason, at a time when his life, his mind, was clear and bright - but no more.
"Remember those times I could call through a clear daytime and you would be there."
"Remember those times I could call through a clear daytime and you would be there."
Syd's intonation on this line: forlorn. Painfully aware of when life had been different. Less confusing. Not so weary of rarely feeling understood when [attempting to] communicate with fellow human beings.
Syd's intonation on this line: forlorn. Painfully aware of when life had been different. Less confusing. Not so weary of rarely feeling understood when [attempting to] communicate with fellow human beings.
Always thought he referred to a "scar of white chalk," but perhaps merely because it sounded more intriguing. No, I wasn't thinking of the lines they draw on pavement when someone dies. Didn't think of that until I was writing it: only just before now.
Always thought he referred to a "scar of white chalk," but perhaps merely because it sounded more intriguing. No, I wasn't thinking of the lines they draw on pavement when someone dies. Didn't think of that until I was writing it: only just before now.