Lyrics:
the North Strand
And on, and towards the sea
He said he was an artist
But he really painted billboards
In large capital letters
Large capital letters
Let's wander slowly through the fields
Slowly slowly through the fields
I touch the leaves that touch the sky
Just you and I through fields of joy
Let's wander slowly through the fields
Slowly slowly through the fields
I touch the leaves that touch the sky
Just you and I through fields of joy
Let's wander slowly through the fields
Slowly slowly through the fields
I touch the leaves that touch the sky
Just you and I through fields of joy
Let's wander slowly through the fields
Slowly slowly through the fields
I touch the leaves that touch the sky
Just you and I through fields of joy
Long gone intuition to assume are gone when we try
Dream of a living jungle in my way back home when we die
West of the fields
West
Long gone intuition to assume are gone when we try
Dream of a living jungle in my way back home when we die
West of the fields
West
strand
And on, on towards the sea
He said he was an artist
But he really painted billboards
In large capital letters
Large capital letters
He was telling
Morning fields of amber gray
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
seen California and the fields of Oklahoma
From thirty thousand feet, can't beat the view
Crossed the Mississippi, watched the mountains over Tennessee
no longer know
She said my number one problem was that my field was untrusting
When asked what to do, she paused and said "Nothing"
Which sent me
the artists who have
Known true Gods of Sound and Time.
With word and tint I did not stint.
I gave her reams of poems to say
With her own dark hair
You lie so unfolded
In a love field
With your contempt for any modesty
In a love field
In a love field
In a love field
You yield with your
Field of diamonds in the sky, worlds are whirling right on by.
Are you wondering who am I? Fields of diamonds in the sky.
Am I just a star in some
But also
What's fun about playing in the pop field
Versus the art field is you get
A lot of exposure and the majority
Of the pop artists don't have
Doo da doo doo doo a doo da doo doo doo
Who is the girl wearin' nothin' but a smile and a towel
In the picture on the billboard in the field near
Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
Living is
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
Doo-da-doo-doo-doo
Ah-doo-doo-doo-doo
Who is the girl wearing nothing but a smile
And a towel in the picture on the billboard in the field near
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
To the view from a field from right in the middle of my peace
Oh yes
I was just a girl in a room
Full of women licking stamps and laughing
I remember
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
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