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Lucy (Fill The Sky)

from L by James Jefferys

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James Jefferys - Lucy (Fill The Sky)

The tenor sings at proscenium arch
A selection of his songs. His
Audience of swaying trees need his touch
In the forest of the filthy conscience

The tryptophobic corpse goes thin
Afraid that this one’s for him

Lucy sings on the empty stage
His mind inclined to rhyme, not business.
But this pie in the sky will decline with age
If he minds the orb of scissors

The tryptophobic corpse goes thin
Afraid that this one’s for him

I don’t want to dig these holes
I just to fill the sky

The tenor sings to sorry and worry
With melancholy his sorry folly
He and music are in no hurry –
Slow jazz curls around his body

Lucy’ll know when that times comes
The time when she ceases to twiddle her thumbs
In the middle of fiddling around with tonnes –
Lucy, I’ll hold you close to my lungs

For Lucy the idea of having nerves is
Like swerving without purpose, or joking –
It’s no thing to further - a real dearth of service
Unless the patient enjoys such hypnosis

The tryptophobic corpse goes thin
Afraid that this one’s for him

I don’t want to dig these holes
I just to fill the sky

I don’t want to dig these holes
I just to fill the sky

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from L, released October 21, 2014

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