songs of the sumday
full lyrics:
there's a beastly bone white
El Dorado Cadi
on a marthon til dawn
Quixotic spree
uncharted miles across forgotten country
a migration thru a long lost memory
in pursuit I pull alongside every briefly
peerin' thru tinted glass window eagerly
poised to hurl my harpoon
at that backseat passenger
who I must admit
looks quite a bit like me
who is Captain Ahab
who is Don Quixote
who are Vladimir and Estragon
who is Jean Valjean or Dean Moriarity
who am I, who are we
later on we pass a modern monstrosity
giant in a field
where fruit orchard should be
I take him for a knighted adversary
of my lady, La Madame
whose shield I carry
so I charge at battle speed on trusty steed
but my equal in the art of war
my rival proves to be
and to add confusion to insult and injury
that windmill's wearin' armor
with same coat of arms as me
who is Captain Ahab
who is Don Quixote
who are Vladimir and Estragon
who is Jean Valjean or Dean Moriarity
who am I, who are we
caught in a circle
round and round same willow tree
thus surmisin' it symbolic halt and wait
for a gypsy prophet to predict my destiny
or offer some silver linin' for this fate
but no such zen master tramp
happens along
so I chase once more that Cadi
while I sing once more my song
who is Captain Ahab
who is Don Quixote
who are Vladimir and Estragon
who is Jean Valjean
or Dean Moriarity
who am I, who are we
a shadow over shoulder lingers hauntingly
a discarded husk dragging in my long wake
it's silhouette hints at a shameful history
buried in too shallow grave kinda mistake
an only muttered whispers sorta eulogy
that reminds no matter where I run
my past runs right with me
who is Captain Ahab
who is Don Quixote
who are Vladimir and Estragon
who is Jean Valjean
or Dean Moriarity
who am I, who are we
on the road t'ward horizon hellbent ridin'
and my chauffeur won't relent
though I request
if he knows our destination ain't confidin'
nor if privy to the purpose of our quest
quietly I'm feelin' grateful
for some company
misery's a pie slices infinitely
but we're rollin' in an El Dorado Cadi
and in glimpsed rearview reflection
clearly see
that the eyes behind the wheel
flicker with roman candle fever
and I feel my foot press pedal
and I know that driver's me
who is Captain Ahab
who is Don Quixote
who are Vladimir and Estragon
who is Jean Valjean
or Dean Moriarity
who am I, who are we
who is Captain Ahab
who is Don Quixote
who are Vladimir and Estragon
who is Jean Valjean
or Dean Moriarity
who am I, who are we
who am I, who are we
who am I, who are we