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− | + | In the overgrowth of the underbrush | |
− | + | Shone a fossil tooth which I must have dropped | |
− | Shone a fossil tooth | + | |
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Very long ago | Very long ago | ||
− | Which reminded me | + | Which reminded me how we wound up where we are now |
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− | Right through those trees | + | Right through those trees, I'm not insane |
− | I'm not insane | + | That's where we came into this place |
− | That's where we came | + | And if you squint, if you squint your brain |
− | + | I'll get my paints and I'll try to paint | |
− | And if you squint | + | |
− | + | ||
− | I'll get my paints | + | |
− | + | ||
Canajoharie | Canajoharie | ||
Canajoharie | Canajoharie | ||
− | Where a | + | Where a front flipper first evolved on the day |
When a daring mudskipper dragged itself away | When a daring mudskipper dragged itself away | ||
Out of Canajoharie | Out of Canajoharie | ||
Canajoharie | Canajoharie | ||
− | Call me sentimental | + | Call me sentimental but I want to go back |
− | + | And commemorate the place with a historical plaque | |
− | And commemorate the place | + | |
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− | It's as if a fin | + | It's as if a fin, reaching from the swamp |
− | + | Grabbed me by my arm, tried to pull me in | |
− | Grabbed me by my arm | + | |
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But my arm was strong | But my arm was strong | ||
− | And the fin was an | + | And the fin was an inaccurately reconstructed fake |
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− | It was right through those trees | + | It was right through those trees, I'm not insane |
− | I'm not insane | + | That's where the fin tried to drag me in |
− | That's where the fin | + | Don't look at me, look at where I'm pointing |
− | + | Close your eyes, see what I see | |
− | Don't look at me | + | |
− | + | ||
− | Close your eyes | + | |
− | + | ||
Canajoharie | Canajoharie | ||
Canajoharie | Canajoharie | ||
− | I get the creeping feeling | + | I get the creeping feeling all my old friends are gone |
− | + | And that this baby tooth no longer fits in my skull | |
− | And that this baby tooth | + | |
− | + | ||
− | If you can draw | + | If you can draw it in the air |
− | + | Or write it down, then you weren't there | |
− | Or write it down | + | |
− | + | ||
What's gone is mute | What's gone is mute | ||
Someone changed the truth | Someone changed the truth | ||
− | They | + | They smoked the proof |
And there's nothing left of | And there's nothing left of | ||
Canajoharie | Canajoharie | ||
Canajoharie | Canajoharie | ||
− | Where a | + | Where a front flipper first evolved on the day |
When a daring mudskipper dragged itself away | When a daring mudskipper dragged itself away | ||
− | Where a rocket ship | + | Where a rocket ship experiment went awry |
− | + | When the prototype exploded on the launching site | |
− | When the prototype | + | |
− | + | ||
− | + | Back in Canajoharie | |
Canajoharie | Canajoharie | ||
− | Call me sentimental | + | Call me sentimental but I want to go back |
− | + | And commemorate the place with a historical plaque | |
− | And commemorate the place | + | |
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Latest revision as of 09:42, 18 July 2011
Canajoharie |
By: They Might Be Giants |
Year: 2010 |
In the overgrowth of the underbrush Shone a fossil tooth which I must have dropped Very long ago Which reminded me how we wound up where we are now Right through those trees, I'm not insane That's where we came into this place And if you squint, if you squint your brain I'll get my paints and I'll try to paint Canajoharie Canajoharie Where a front flipper first evolved on the day When a daring mudskipper dragged itself away Out of Canajoharie Canajoharie Call me sentimental but I want to go back And commemorate the place with a historical plaque It's as if a fin, reaching from the swamp Grabbed me by my arm, tried to pull me in But my arm was strong And the fin was an inaccurately reconstructed fake It was right through those trees, I'm not insane That's where the fin tried to drag me in Don't look at me, look at where I'm pointing Close your eyes, see what I see Canajoharie Canajoharie I get the creeping feeling all my old friends are gone And that this baby tooth no longer fits in my skull If you can draw it in the air Or write it down, then you weren't there What's gone is mute Someone changed the truth They smoked the proof And there's nothing left of Canajoharie Canajoharie Where a front flipper first evolved on the day When a daring mudskipper dragged itself away Where a rocket ship experiment went awry When the prototype exploded on the launching site Back in Canajoharie Canajoharie Call me sentimental but I want to go back And commemorate the place with a historical plaque |