K. Page & Sleepwalker's Parade
2011-04-15
K.Page

Lyrics

 

1. Carnival

 

I’ll put flowers in my hair

And line my eyes with petroleum

I’ll bat my lashes like a butterfly

And fly away to the land of fun

 

Goodbye polite society

Goodbye so-called reality

I yearn for something so much stranger

Something between love and danger

 

Let’s go to the carnival

I wanna fill my mouth with fire

Let’s go to the carnival

I wanna dance on a live wire

 

Let’s go to the carnival

I wanna ride pink horses in the waves

Let’s go to the carnival

And get lost in a cotton candy haze

 

Let’s go to the…

Let’s go to the…

Let’s go to the… carnival!

 

Let’s go to the carnival

I wanna dance with a hip hop clown

Let’s go to the carnival

I wanna shake in his funky sound

 

Let’s go to the carnival

I wanna kiss the lizard lady

Let’s go to the carnival

I wanna taste her long breath abating

 

Let’s go to the…

Let’s go to the…

Let’s go to the…. Carnival!!

K. Page & Sleepwalker's Parade
2011-04-15
K.Page

Lyrics


 

Every day across the Earth, sequentially

The sun will rise, the sun will rise

Just you wait and see

No matter what is going on

Right here or elsewhere

The sun will shine on everyone

The sun just doesn’t care

 

Every day across the Earth, sequentially

The moon will rise, the moon will rise

Just you wait and see

And there are places the night sky

Explodes in kodachrome

And children underneath that flaming sky

Call that place home

And so they run… oh yes they run…

 

‘Cause when the bombs are dropping and the bombs are falling down

They look across the street before they leave the playground

‘Cause there’s a man with a restaurant who knows people on both sides

And he will wave if the streets are unoccupied

So they run like every kid who’s got the space to run

Like flowing water, falling leaves, or the shining sun

Then they kick their soccer balls against the crumbling wall

And they duck behind the sand bags, when the next bomb falls

K. Page & Sleepwalker's Parade
2011-04-15
K.Page

Lyrics

 

Welcome to the world as it is

It’s nothing like they said when we were kids

Reality is seems is just a relic of showbiz

Even wind and water are buffed, shined and spritzed

 

Progress is a word we often say

Meaning thing are better now than yesterday

But most of what I’m told is new and very important

Are things I find to be completely irrelevant

 

The media is a monster

It will turn your mind to a white noise blur

It will leave you feeling “ I best not think at all!’

As you run down to the local shopping mall

 

I think I might go down to the local shopping mall and there will be a man in a kiosk and he will say “Hey, little girl, I’m a mall certified plastic surgeon and I just wanted to say that your nose is too big, I mean your teeth are buck, I mean your face is just BUSTED! And I was thinking if you came on over this way I could inject a little plastic into your face. Then when someone kissed you and they really, really liked you would have no idea what it felt like because your face would be made of plastic. You wanna do that? Do you? What’s wrong with you? I told you that you look like shit!!! Fine, have it your way. Be lonely the rest of your life!”

K. Page & Sleepwalker's Parade
2011-04-15
K.Page

Lyrics

 

There’s a place where the bridges rise like mountains.

So far above the skyscrapers they tower.

And I sit below them in my glorious anonymity.

How lonely am I?

That’s between the bridges and me.

 

Cause there’s so much space between us,

And we never really talk.

And, the promenade’s right there, but we never really walk.

And it’s not that I don’t live you, and it’s not that you don’t care,

But our words have gone unheard so long they’re just hanging in the air.

 

They’re just hanging like a bridge going nowhere.

K. Page & Sleepwalker's Parade
2007-03-24
K.Page Stuart music and lyrics

Lyrics

Green City Oh, to have a city with no Cars or buses of trucks. No asphalt, no streetlights. And, what if the avenues were Overgrown with grass? From Wall Street to Inwood. Green in the streets of Manhattan Dandelions, honeysuckle, creeping crawling vines. And, what if the tress could grow Up elevator shafts? Their leaves would grow Out windows. And, then I’d live in the branches Robinson Crusoe style. 65 stories high. I’d shout at the people below “Hey, we all live in this same little, very little town.” Then I’d throw baskets of fruit 65 stories down. I see the city of the future. It’s lovely I swear. The wind is sweet and the birds sing, And you never hear the sirens blare. I see the city of the future. It’s not like ones I’ve known. And, if New York’s like the city I see, One day it will be overgrown. And, then I will laugh about How I used to have No time or place to meet. And, how I was always somehow Stuck in a traffic mess. Those days would end at last. And, I’d laugh at the past as the 6th Avenue grass it blew across my face. Oh, to have a city with no… cars, or buses, or trucks, or everything that makes it so damn loud…… K. Page