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Hancock Herbie River The Joni Letters

wish I had a river I could skate away on I wish I had a river so long I could teach my feet to fly I wish I had a river I could skate away on I made

Bows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the

The big man arrives Disco dancers greet him Plainclothes cops greet him Small town, big man Fresh lipstick glistening Sophomore jive From victims of

Out on some borderline Some mark of in between I lay down golden in time And woke up vanishing Sweet bird you are Briefer than a falling star All these

Rousseau walks on trumpet paths Safaris to the heart of all that jazz Through I bars and girders, through wires and pipes The mathematic circuits of the

: Rows and floes of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons ev'rywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block

: Out on some borderline Some mark of inbetween I lay down golden-in time And woke up vanishing Sweet bird you are Briefer than a falling star All these

to shine like the sun I want to be the one that you want to see I want to knit you a sweater Want to write you a love letter I want to make you feel better

: I was driving across the burning desert When I spotted six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain It was the hexagram of