The Sound of The Sand, 1981

The Birds Are A Good Idea.
I think the birds are a good idea.
I heard them hearts in rooms tapping on the window panes.
Then they remembered what -
Then they remembered what the birds say.
The birds say Happiness.
And I saw the eyes light up.
And I heard the eyes light up.

I think the birds are a good idea.
I saw the saddened eyes looking at the shoes go by.
Then they remembered what -
Then they remembered what the birds say.
The birds say Happiness.
And I saw the eyes light up.
And I heard the eyes light up.

I think the birds are a good idea.
Writers: Thomas-Moxham-Thompson.
©1981 Bug Music / Complete Music / Island Music (World).
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Yiki Tiki.
Remember the birds?
Remember the shoes I wore?
Remember the things I said before?
I think 'em again.
A wink of the eye to you.
I thought 'em all up for you.

I think about you.
Who?
I think about you.
It's one of my favorite things to do.
I remember the things we learned today.
I remember the things we thought today.
I think of our happiness.
If I like it alot I'll sing it again.
Yiki-tiki-takezadu.

I thought of a new way to say the same thing -
I think the birds are a good idea.
I thought I'd jump up & twirl my arms like a windmill.
I've thought of a new way to say the same old things -
I thought I'd jump up.
I thought I'd jump up & spin around like a lighthouse.
I've thought of a new way to say the same old things.
Writers: Thomas-Fier-Thompson.
©1981 Bug Music / Complete Music / Island Music (World).
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Sound of The Sand.
I heard a sigh.
Quietly it comes.
But the traces of sadness still linger in your eyes.

Please bear this in mind -
Someone will find us in time.
The sound says, Hush.
Uh-oh, the sound says, Hush,
Do not cry.

There comes a time -
quietly it does -
when the traces of sadness are kissed from your eyes.

Please bear this in mind -
Someone will find this in time.
Writers: Thomas-Moxham-Thompson.
©1981 Bug Music / Complete Music / Island Music (World).
Lyrics by David Thomas.



The New Atom Mine.
Here's the physicist working in the Fermi Lab, tonight.
The lights burn every night, burn in the night.
Around every bend there comes no end.
He's working in Atom Mine and going down, down, down.

The lights burn in the night, every night.
He whistles on happy tune and hums like a loon.
As the night passes over like a summer's mist,
There's something very grand he sees.

Around every bend there comes no end.
He's working in the Atom Mine and going down, down, down.
Writers: Thomas-Fier-Greaves-Thompson.
©1981 Bug Music / Complete Music / Albion Music / Island Music (World).
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Big Dreams.
The big dreams get big.
They get too big.
They get too big.
So, what becomes of the too big dreams?
Stop.

Harry burst the bubble,
burst the bubble yesterday.
They thought he was loonie.
They thought he was a cray nut.
So, what becomes of the too big dreams?
Stop.

Don't look under the rock.

So?
The big dreams get big.
So?
They're no good that way.
So?
They're no good.
So?
They're never real anymore.
So?
They're too big. They're not real.
Stop.
Writers: Thomas-Moxham.
©1981 Bug Music / Complete Music (World).
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Happy To See You.
I was so happy to see you.
I was so happy I dance a jig.
I was so happy I fell on the ground & jumped up again.
I was happy to see you.
I was happy to see you
I was so happy I fell into the basement.
drip.
drip.
drip.
Writers: Thomas.
©1981 Bug Music (World).
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Crush This Horn, Part 2.
I blow my horn.
I blow my horn & it goes, Me-me-me.
It crawled out from under a rock, you see?
Writers: Thomas-Fier.
©1981 Bug Music / Complete Music (World).
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Confuse Did.
What do you do with a wreck of a car?
What do you do with a long grey hair pin?
What do you do with a certain look?
Who confused you?
Did you?

What did you say that love says that love won't say?
What do you do with a searching look?
Who confused you?
Did you?

What pulls the long face & launches the heavy sighs?
What can you say with any certainty, certainly, now?
Who confused you?
Did you?

What can you say with all certainty, certainly, now?
What would you do if all hope walked away?
What would you do if it walked away?
Writers: Thomas-Fier.
©1981 Bug Music / Complete Music (World).
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Man's Best Friend.
The details of my fabulous past -
the noisy clattering cans of my fabulous past -
They come right in & they sit right down.
They look around very pleased with themselves.
The details of my fabulous past -
I wish I could give 'em a ticket & put 'em on the bus or something.

My feet are my special friends.
They ask no questions and push me home.
Swing low -
Push me home.
Writers: Thomas-Fier-Thompson-Thornton.
©1981 Bug Music / Complete Music / Island Music (World).
Lyrics by David Thomas.

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