She can go where she wants to under the sky
She will stare through your window, hanging there
Crucified, terrified, butterfly
She can do what she wants to any old time
Ballerina in curtain, spinning 'round
horrified, crucified, butterfly
terrified, electric eyed, butterfly
She is out there flying 'round
and her feet don't touch the ground
I am in this room, alone
inside my wingless dead cocoon
She's got something in her eye
but she's not supposed to cry
She will paint this town, in fact
she'll turn it upside down and
all around, 'till everything is gone
She can go where she wants to under the sky
She will stare through your window, hanging there
Crucified, terrified, butterfly
Terrified, electric eyed, butterfly
She is out there flying 'round
and her feet don't touch the ground
I am in this room, alone
inside my wingless dead cocoon
She's got something in her eye
but she's not supposed to cry
She will paint this town, in fact
she'll turn it upside down and
all around, 'till everything is gone
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth
supported by 14 fans who also own “RETROSPECTOSCOPE 1966-1970”
choosing my favorite Green Seagull song is like identifying the roundest sphere -- each song is a masterpiece, a joy to listen to repeatedly. I can't wait to hear what happens next. Keith Morris