The Incredible String Band - Mad Hatter's Song lyrics
[The Incredible String Band - Mad Hatter's Song lyrics]
Oh seekers of spring how could
You not find contentment
In a time of riddling reasons in
This land of the blind
By the joke of fate alone
It's sure that as the loved hand leaves you
You clutch for the slip-stream
The realness to find
But do what you like, do what you like
Do what you like
Do what you like, do what you like
Do what you can
Do what you can, live till you die
My poor little man
For Jesus will stretch out his hand no more
But in the south there's many a waving tree
Oh would that musky fingers move your pain
In the warm south winds the
Lost flowers bloom again
And if you cried
You know you'd fill a lake with tears
Still wouldn't turn back the years
Since the city has took you
Mad Hatter is on my mind
So sad, sad to see the way it grew
Those other people that I knew
That have either fell or faltered
Mad Hatter is on my mind
And you must have to see clear some time
Prometheus the problem child
Still juggling with his brains
Gives his limping leopard's visions
To the miser in his veins
Within the ruined factory is
The normal soul insane
As he sets the sky beneath his heel
And learns away the pain
But I am the archer the lover of laughter
And mine is the arrowed flight
I am the archer
And my eyes yearn after the unsullied sight
Born of the dark waters of
The daughters of night
Dancing without movement after
The clear light
Oh Perithian fate be kind in the
Rumbling and trundling rickshaw of time
Hooked by the heart to the king fisher's line
I will set my one eye for
The shores of the blind
You not find contentment
In a time of riddling reasons in
This land of the blind
By the joke of fate alone
It's sure that as the loved hand leaves you
You clutch for the slip-stream
The realness to find
But do what you like, do what you like
Do what you like
Do what you like, do what you like
Do what you can
Do what you can, live till you die
My poor little man
For Jesus will stretch out his hand no more
But in the south there's many a waving tree
Oh would that musky fingers move your pain
In the warm south winds the
Lost flowers bloom again
And if you cried
You know you'd fill a lake with tears
Still wouldn't turn back the years
Since the city has took you
Mad Hatter is on my mind
So sad, sad to see the way it grew
Those other people that I knew
That have either fell or faltered
Mad Hatter is on my mind
And you must have to see clear some time
Prometheus the problem child
Still juggling with his brains
Gives his limping leopard's visions
To the miser in his veins
Within the ruined factory is
The normal soul insane
As he sets the sky beneath his heel
And learns away the pain
But I am the archer the lover of laughter
And mine is the arrowed flight
I am the archer
And my eyes yearn after the unsullied sight
Born of the dark waters of
The daughters of night
Dancing without movement after
The clear light
Oh Perithian fate be kind in the
Rumbling and trundling rickshaw of time
Hooked by the heart to the king fisher's line
I will set my one eye for
The shores of the blind