The Incredible String Band - Lordly Nightshade lyrics
[The Incredible String Band - Lordly Nightshade lyrics]
Captured by Hitler with Oliver
Twist in the tower
Guards say here's pens and paper just sit
Down and work for an hour o, Goodness
How can we escape? but it's not worthwhile
All I can do is smile
Down gallons of glandular corridors
Of the dark castle
The pompous old bellman is tolling one bell
At bathtime the hippies in chains
They are crossing the hall
Where Hitler is making his new
Film about it all
We slip trough a pew and escape
But I just don't know all I can do is grow
Tell me more, what then?
Down Main Street I go on
A duffel-coat hoping instead
For a little room, yawn
I'm so tired with this big bag
Of coal on my head
It's a top hat I'm trying to
Sell or a lesson to learn
Vaguely seeking some fire to burn
While a whole group of
Middle-aged persons with dwarfish
Expressions and tinned conversations in
Sunday blessed blue
Standing around for a photograph
Watch the cuckoo
Do you need any coal? But it
Doesn't appear that they do
Then I offered my throat to the
Wolf but I just can't die
All I can do is fly
Tell me more, what then?
Safe and secure in the skirts
Of the midsummer wood
Cooking soup with stale words
And fresh meanings, it tastes so good
The green wolf with his bunch of
Red roses is slinking away
All on a summer's day
Twist in the tower
Guards say here's pens and paper just sit
Down and work for an hour o, Goodness
How can we escape? but it's not worthwhile
All I can do is smile
Down gallons of glandular corridors
Of the dark castle
The pompous old bellman is tolling one bell
At bathtime the hippies in chains
They are crossing the hall
Where Hitler is making his new
Film about it all
We slip trough a pew and escape
But I just don't know all I can do is grow
Tell me more, what then?
Down Main Street I go on
A duffel-coat hoping instead
For a little room, yawn
I'm so tired with this big bag
Of coal on my head
It's a top hat I'm trying to
Sell or a lesson to learn
Vaguely seeking some fire to burn
While a whole group of
Middle-aged persons with dwarfish
Expressions and tinned conversations in
Sunday blessed blue
Standing around for a photograph
Watch the cuckoo
Do you need any coal? But it
Doesn't appear that they do
Then I offered my throat to the
Wolf but I just can't die
All I can do is fly
Tell me more, what then?
Safe and secure in the skirts
Of the midsummer wood
Cooking soup with stale words
And fresh meanings, it tastes so good
The green wolf with his bunch of
Red roses is slinking away
All on a summer's day