The Backyard Of My Life
A Day Dream Machine
The professor switches on his latest listening
Device then he opens up his mind
Down at the laboratory wonder what he will find
With test tubes try pods and turn tables
His eloquently strange crusade to hear
The av ant guard sounds cape
Too much time on your feet float down stream
Tune into the day dream machine
A crystal morning Violet's of blue
Feels like deja vu
The cleverness of the pied piper preparing
Uniquely woven words with a silver spoon
In a poetry soup with junk clattering
And a scrapbook of paper handkerchiefs
A supernatural aura of immortality
To photograph what the eye cant see
Turn of your mind float down stream
Wired up to a day dream machine
The sun shines on the emerald green glade
Tastes like strawberry lemonade
In the spaceship studio
Theres a trans miter radio
Picking up electronic arguments
The professor ponders it plenty burning
The midnight oil in search of the cutting edge
With elements of skulduggery
Some inter mitten sprinklings of superb splattered
Colors melt into one as they free fall
To the liquid mirror on the wall
Too much time on your feet float down stream
Tune into the day dream machine
A crystal morning Violet's of blue
Feels like deja vu
by keith hagger
Device then he opens up his mind
Down at the laboratory wonder what he will find
With test tubes try pods and turn tables
His eloquently strange crusade to hear
The av ant guard sounds cape
Too much time on your feet float down stream
Tune into the day dream machine
A crystal morning Violet's of blue
Feels like deja vu
The cleverness of the pied piper preparing
Uniquely woven words with a silver spoon
In a poetry soup with junk clattering
And a scrapbook of paper handkerchiefs
A supernatural aura of immortality
To photograph what the eye cant see
Turn of your mind float down stream
Wired up to a day dream machine
The sun shines on the emerald green glade
Tastes like strawberry lemonade
In the spaceship studio
Theres a trans miter radio
Picking up electronic arguments
The professor ponders it plenty burning
The midnight oil in search of the cutting edge
With elements of skulduggery
Some inter mitten sprinklings of superb splattered
Colors melt into one as they free fall
To the liquid mirror on the wall
Too much time on your feet float down stream
Tune into the day dream machine
A crystal morning Violet's of blue
Feels like deja vu
by keith hagger
