From the recording Happy Yet?
Lyrics
A thrill is in my hands
On a sharp bright June
My tracks trace the hem of the sea
A path worth wandering
And never once did we think of the time
Slipping by
Peaceful day
Peaceful day
We, snakes in the grass
Drinking warm Corona
While hiding from the our chosen enemies
Sparks under my heels
The slapback click of concrete
As I walk the cooling underpass
Peaceful day
Peaceful day
Lacewing stuttering
It glitters for a while
t
hen is blown into a patch of open sky
Of all that I am
Of all the things Iʼm not
Well I can gaze upon my own free mind
Peaceful day
Peaceful day
The sky, through beer-shaped glass
A star system that bubbles
In the gaze of a thoughtful man
Hail to my best thing
You pulled me from my drifting
And trapped me in the arms of a better life
Peaceful words are worth more
When being calm and Ernest
Less Austen-tacious
Then a trip to London
Orwell that ends well
Said the Wilde Victorian
The Woolf is at the door
And seems to be re-Joyce-ing
Steel yourself away
Armed with many shaking spears
Weʼll lose you in the night when weʼre
Poe, King in Burroughs
Fortunate wandering
Along the lapping Shaw-line
Picking up Joules from
Deep within the ocean