In My Technicolor World

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On A Perfect Day
At the very start of May
With the wind in my face
And the sun behind clouds
On A Perfect Day
In a silent kind of way
With a skip in my pace
Far from curious crowds
You and I encounter one another in fields
Where phantom volunteer brigades march
To stop signs making love to all the other ones marked yield
Sweet nectar's handed out to the parched
You and I could hold each other's hands
And play with velveteen bands
All so circular and curled
In my technicolor world
On A Perfect Day
I feel sculpted out of clay
I'm a hundred pounds light
And reflections aren't there
On A Perfect Day
When I feel like El Rey
I'm as high as a kite
On excedrin to care
You and I go skipping through the skies here at dusk
In joy and snarky comments galore
We watch the oysters think the walrus won't use his tusk
The Carpenter's passed out in Baltimore
You and I, our fingers in a lock
Shall ignore the ticking clock
Made of gossamer and pearl
in my technicolor world
In my technicolor world
All the rainbow boys and girls
Slip from shells of sepia tone
And fly all the colors known
In my technicolor world
In a Plum & Kiwi swirl
All the trees are orange pink
With Magenta Ale to drink
A paradise for paradise's sake
A gentler utopia for this upstanding rake
Goodbye, days of monochrome
Hello, afternoons in Rome
Nights of colors yet unseen
Hidden shades of Grey and Green
Paint my world with all the colors of you
Coolest Reds and hottest Blue
You know what to do
Paint my world with all the colors of you
Coolest Reds and hottest Blue
You know what to do
On A Perfect Day
If in it I'd any say
With my hand on your hair
And your hand on my heart
On A Perfect Day
I could serve you on a tray
Near the Indigo Fair
On The Kodachrome Chart
You and I envelop one another in fields
Where phantom volunteer brigades march
To stop signs making love to all the other ones marked yield
Sweet nectar's handed out to the parched
You and I could hold each other's hands
And play with velveteen bands
All so circular and curled
In my technicolor world

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