Agents Of Good Roots - One Strange Land

Lyrics: jones


Music: jones





Lyrics:





One strange land


Was built from the sea


Put a crown to the castle


No strange land


Could break the glass


That cuts all the cats down


I heard the captains voice


No choice to listen up


To your masses


I heard the captain’s voice


Like a whistle in the breeze





I’m going to the coast of manhattan


With a bag full of blues


And a yellow canary


Captain he spoke


In a voice from the ivory coast


Saying there’s no passion in perfection


My son





Pull the flag down


Let dust settle back


On the rose-colored glasses


Pull the flag down


And watch it whistle in the breeze


One last hope that lies


Like a monkey that flies


To the scent of molasses


One last hope that lies


I watch it whistle to the bees