Lyrics From Three Minute Tease
Love Is Onion
You got the String Band on cassette in your automobile - yeah
You got the String Band on cassette in your automobile - yeah
Dime on the dollar, here's the deal
My lemon skin loves your onion peel
Sometimes you're wet, sometimes you're dry on the great water wheel - yeah
Sometimes you're wet, sometimes you're dry on the great water wheel - yeah
Dime on the dollar, here's the deal
My lemon skin loves your onion peel
Spin 'round the room in your Cuban heel
You lift the veil to reveal that the veil isn't real - yeah
You lift the veil to reveal that the veil isn't real - yeah
Dime on the dollar, here's the deal
My lemon skin loves your onion peel
Encrypted, encoded the way I feel
My lemon skin loves your onion
Milko II
Close your eyes
See the way it bends
From here and now, around to there and then
Feel the curve, feel the pull away
The optic nerve
What would your mother say?
Hold the light tight between your hands
Live a lie, try to understand
Mean no harm, mean no anything
False alarm, broken wedding ring
I... I wanna believe in Milko
I wanna meet all the Beatles, oh...
Turn to face the sun
Jan and Dean sing for everyone
Back in time, back in memory
Trees to climb and no uncertainty
I... I wanna believe in Milko
I wanna new moody Ringo, oh...
Close your eyes, close your eyeball
A mother dies, a Doctor Don Rose calls...
I... I wanna believe in Milko
I wanna meet all the Beatles
I... I wanna believe in Milko
I wanna new moody Ringo, oh...
Thanks For Lifting My Leg
Beneath a robe a naked girl
Beneath a girl, there lies the surface of the world
Beneath the world, another world
And in a robe you'll find another naked girl
You keep on digging digging, going going
Digging 'til you're gone gone gone
You just keep digging, digging, going, going
Digging til you're gone gone gone
You strike a match, you like a candle
You fill your lungs up with more smoke than you can handle
You start to spin, you start to wobble
You move your mouth to speak, you hear a turkey gobble
You keep on digging digging, going going
Digging 'til you're gone gone gone
You just keep digging, digging, going, going
Digging til you're gone gone gone
And I said thanks, for lifting my leg
Thanks for lifting my leg
The nurse was kind, her hand was warm
She helped me hold the pen while I filled out the form
She took my temperature and said
Another day like this and surely you'll be dead
You keep on digging digging, going going
Digging 'til you're gone gone gone
You just keep digging, digging, going, going
Digging til you're gone gone gone
And I said thanks, for lifting my leg
Thanks for lifting my leg
Thanks for lifting my leg, for lifting my leg
The final curtain comes down
You're standing with a shovel in your dressing gown
You keep on digging digging, going going
Digging 'til you're gone gone gone
You just keep digging, digging, going, going
Digging til you're gone gone gone
You just keep digging, digging, going, going
Digging til you're gone gone gone
Dust Beneath My Wings
"Dust beneath my wings,"
The pilot on auto-pilot sings
The intercom on, the passengers too stoned to notice
"Love is everywhere" he sings to the navigator's hair
He sings to the cumulus laid out for miles before him
And love, it's the reason we are here
Whisper love in every ear
Open up your cosmic jar
I tried to tell you twice
Once in the summer, that was nice
And once in the winter on the ice as it was cracking
You seemed to understand
You took off your glove and held my hand
You took off my hat and told my head what it was lacking was love...
It's the reason we exist
It's the lips inside the kiss
It's the bible in the drawer
And love, it's the thing that drives us sane, said the madman to the brain
It's the circle in the square
And love, it's the reason we don't know
Why we come and where we go
When we're gone and when we're here
My Potato
If God is love, then Love is the Goddest of all
Hey - do you remember when disco was everything?
Do you remember that dusty old song we'd sing?
"The lonesome death of his highness the Toilet King"
Hey - do you remember a guy that's been and gone?
He left his wife back on earth but she carried on
She runs a shop in Berlin called the Golden Dawn
Enlightenment four Euro
I can grow anywhere, my potato
God is love in my hair, my potato
I'm so green I don't care, my potato
If God is love, then Love is the Goddest of all
Hey - do you remember the teacakes at Avebury?
The sugar grains and the weight of the gravity
The stones and I were just part of the scenery
Hey - so now we're older and wiser and all of that
It's Halloween once again and the old black cat
Sits on the head of the witch in the pointed hat
A blackbird on her shoulder
I can grow anywhere, my potato
God is love in my hair, my potato
I'm so green I don't care, my potato
If I am He, then Paul is the Walrus of all
So this is how it begins...
Starting the song from the middle
Blaming the Fall on the apple...
Hey - I'm talking to you
Oh say can you hear me?
Am I getting through?
Hey - I'm telling you something
I might as well be a pumpkin
For all the good I can do
No lungs inside my language
I can grow anywhere, my potato
God is love in my hair, my potato
I'm so green I don't care, my potato
If God is love, then Love is the Goddest of all
I can grow anywhere, my potato
God is loving my hair, my potato
I'm so green I don't care, my potato
If God is love, then Love is the Goddest
If I am He, then Paul is the walrus
If God is love, then Love is the Goddest of all
These Alien Angels
Sleeping, they come to you, these alien angels
Your dreams are their spaceship, they glide through your soul
Morning returns you to what you call normal
But something reminds you, a cereal bowl
Freaking, they comfort you, these alien angels
Your eyes are wide open, you see through the holes
Nerve endings tingle, adrenaline fills you
This new mind inside you has taken control
And I sing for the silver arrow
And I sing for the golden bowl
And I sing on the edge of sorrow
And I sing that you be made whole
Sensual Pleasure of Pie
Running and running and you're running and you're running
Running and running and you're running and you're running
Running and running and you're running and you're running
Around and around and around and around
Around and around and around and around
The sensual pleasure of fresh baked pie
A clean cotton surface on which to lie
A dirty old airport so full of flies
Beautiful flies
Running and running and you're running and you're running
Running and running and you're running and you're running
Running and running and you're running and you're running
Around and around and around and around
He jumped from a window but landed well
On top of a bicycle silver bell
Inside of a basket, unbroken shell
Robin's egg blue
Turn me on with your fresh-baked pie
Turn me on with your apple eye
Turn me on with your guns and your roses
Turn me on with your puns and poses
Turn me on with imagination
Turn me on with your hesitation
Turn me on with your loose-lipped tongue
Turn me on with your Carl Jung
Around and around and around and around
I'm covered in feathers and black sheep wool
It used to be leather when I was cool
Skin a banana, you're back in school
Never grow old
Running and running and you're running and you're running
Running and running and you're running and you're running
Running and running and you're running and you're running
Around and around and around and around
Around and around and around and around
Dig My Bones
Dig my bones and pull my blood from the tree, Maggie
Dig my bones and pull my blood from the tree, Maggie
The woman that you are
The mother that you always will be
The jelly in the jar
This kiss of you will always thrill me
And I will stand waiting by the water
I will wait here for you
And I will stand waiting by the water
I will wait here for you to...
Dig my bones and pull my blood from the tree, Maggie
Dig my bones and pull my blood from the tree, Maggie
The doctor in the room
The operation and the table
The smell of sterile gloom
Awake to find yourself unable
And I will stand waiting by the water
I will wait here for you
And I will stand waiting by the water
I will wait here for you to see that...
I am in love with you
And I might be stupid
But I won't be careful, no
I see your eyes, I smile
Your tea-stained style
Flips my lip, I'm in a dream, so clean
I'd walk you to your car
I'd walk you but I'm just too tired
I hope it's not too far
I'm sure you'll do just fine
And I will stand waiting by the water
I will wait here for you
And I will stand waiting by the water
I will wait here for you
I will wait here for you
I will wait here for you to...
Dig my bones and pull my blood from the tree, Maggie
Dig my bones and pull my blood from the tree, Maggie
Up On The Moon
With the soul of a sailor
And your head under the water, we go
Oh, I feel like Normal Mailer
In a painting by the late Joan Miro
And I ain't got no honey
But I got me a spoon
I'm just waiting for my baby
Up on the moon
Up on the moon
With the soul of a singer
And your finger on the radio dial
Yet the feeling never lingers
Take your clothes off, won't you stay for a while?
And I ain't got no rhythm but I got me this tune
Gonna sing it for my baby
Up on the moon
Up on the moon
And I ain't got no rhythm, but I got me this tune
I'm just waiting for my baby
Up on the moon
Up on the moon
Queen of Apples
Calling on the Queen of Apples
Shining on a golden throne
Pleading with the Queen of Apples
Please us with your golden tone
Calling on the Queen of Apples
Honey-baked and beautiful
Reaching for the Queen of Apples
Standing on a milking stool
Sun in the sky falling warm on the ground
Love in the eye of the Queen of the fruitiest kingdom around
Calling on the Queen of Apples
Sleeping in a diving bell
Trying to wake the Queen of Apples
A little kiss the break the spell
Message for the Queen of Apples
Inside a jar of apple jam
Laurel Canyon will not heal ya
Like a night in Amsterdam
Higher than a lark singing "Oh Glory Be"
Searching for a spark in a lighter my true love bequeathed unto me
Blame it on the Queen of Apples
Everything that's all gone wrong
Blame it on the Queen of Apples
Blame it on her apple song
Take a bite, the Queen of Apples
Wisdom-rich and tasty too
Take a bite, the Queen of Apples
She's got so much to say to you
Worm that I know with the face of a snake
Love from below is the same as above when you're baked in a cake
Blame it on the Queen of Apples
Blame it on the Queen of Apples
© Anton Barbeau. Photo of Anton by Karen Eng. Web site: interbridge.
