"The Finest Joke Is Upon Us" lyrics - GUIDED BY VOICES
Mother, feeling your hand I
Believe you and I did then
And mother, release every bad seed
The geese are leaving the trees
Exposed to winter's cold
They waited too long
But we too exaggerated
And I take the cake away
It's a long song
And I can play it so
Give me a pick now
Collector of bones
Words of smoke
Distorted, never broken
Paradise is open but I choke
One of these days when I see through the smoke
There'll be the day I get the joke
Exposed to winter's cold
They waited too long
But we too exaggerated
And I take the cake away
It's a long song
And I can play it so
Give me a pick now
Collector of bones
Words of smoke
Distorted, never broken
Paradise is open but I choke
One of these days when I see through the smoke
There'll be the day I get the joke
Mag Earwhig! (1997)
- Can't Hear The Revolution
- Sad If I Lost It
- I Am A Tree
- The Old Grunt
- Bulldog Skin
- Are You Faster?
- I Am Produced
- Knock 'Em Flyin'
- Not Behind The Fighter Jet
- Choking Tara
- Hollow Cheek
- Portable Men's Society
- Little Lines
- Learning To Hunt
- The Finest Joke Is Upon Us
- Mag Earwhig!
- Now To War
- Jane Of The Waking Universe
- The Colossus Crawls West
- Mute Superstar
- Bomb In The Bee-Hive
- Running Off With The Fun City Girls
- None Of Them Any Good