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The Grandfather Paradox (Henrik Schwarz) · From the Bottom of an Old Grandfather Clock (Bill Fay) · The Golden Age of Light Music: Travellin' Light - Great American Light Orchestras, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Best of Shel Silverstein: His Words His Songs His Friends (Shel Silverstein) · From His Head to His Heart to His Hands (Michael Bloomfield) · From His Head to His Heart to His Hands (Electric Flag) · Huddie Ledbetter's Best (His Guitar His Voice His Piano) (Leadbelly) · Coleman Hawkins and His Orchestra/Benny Carter and His Orchestra (Coleman Hawkins) · Robert Farnon and His Orchestra: Flirtation Walk / Presenting Robert Farnon and His Orc (Robert Farnon) · Robert Farnon and His Orchestra: Flirtation Walk / Presenting Robert Farnon and His Orc (Robert Farnon) – and 90 other albums »


I dreamt that I was dreaming
I was wired to a clock
Tickled by the minute hand
Tick tock tick tick tock
I dream I'm on a train
And it is making music
I dreamt that I was dreaming
I was wired to a clock
Tickled by the minute hand
Tick tock tick tick tock
I dream I'm on a train
And it is making
I dreamt that I was dreaming
I was wired to a clock
Tickled by the minute hand
Tick tock tick tick tock
I dream I'm on a train
And it is making music
When my grandfather spoke about the eagle
He would raise his face up to the sky
The sunlight reflecting on the water
And she flew so close as she
him down
By the grandfather bed while I wrote
We grew our own maize
And I only occasionally went into town
To stock up on antibiotics
And shells for
filling the casket up
Floating down by his feet was the letter from his sister
Second-grade handwriting, simply read, I miss you
Suit-jacket pocket held his
the special man 
Then we were Ziggy's band 

Ziggy really sang 
Screwed up eyes and screwed down hair-do 
Like some cat from Japan 
He could lick 'em by
Piccadilly Circus in the dead of night
Just passing time beneath the lights
Up in town and all alone
Got no business so minds his own

The hotel
You've got to get it right

Still the band played on
And the band played on

The room was getting hotter
And someone hit the light
There was power
Piccadilly Circus in the dead of night
Just passing time beneath the lights
Up in town and all alone
Got no business so minds his own

The hotel
Mi haffi light it again and out it again
It's like a band ah play a riddim inna my head
It mek di place get dizzy and mi eye red
Instantly mi hungry
just filling the casket up
Floating down by his feet was the letter from his sister
Second-grade handwriting, simply read, I miss you
Suit-jacket
just filling the casket up
Floating down by his feet was the letter from his sister
Second-grade handwriting, simply read, I miss you
Suit-jacket
man, then we were Ziggy's band

Now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
Making love with his ego ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man i had to break up the band.

Oh yeah
Ooh
man, then we were Ziggy's band

Now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
man, then we were Ziggy's band

Now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
who'll have me. It runs in the family, I came by it honestly, do what you want who knows it might fill me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Your great-grandfather was a great lawyer
And his kid made a mint off the war
Your father shot stills and then directed films
That your mom did
man, then we were Ziggy's band

Now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
hangin' with the drummer
When a big dude attitude grabbed me by the collar
I looked at him and said, "its all good brother"

I'm with the band
Hired
man, then we were Ziggy's band

Now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
somebody's coat
You fed him by hand
And then snuggled snuggled him down
By the grandfather bed while I wrote
And we grew our own maize
And I only occasionally
chained up there
I saved him, maybe he saved me as well
Now he's gone and I think I've come undone
And it's midnight in the city of destruction

There's
father
My grandfather wouldn't believe, he pulled up our family tree
I can see him rollin' over in his coffin'

I'm left with often thoughts of how