Thanksgiving Day Parade Lyrics

Song	Thanksgiving Day Parade
Artist	Dan Bern
Album	New American Language
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	作曲 : Bern ...
	Everybody was ecstatic
	'Bout the light show on the farm
	And everyone got crazy
	And nobody got harmed
	And the five televisions
	Huge upon the stage
	Had come to pay their union dues
	And make a living wage
	And the bathroom was the clubhouse
	Where the colors all got made
	And plans were cast in feathers
	For the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And the DJ spins his records
	From here out to the sun
	And he flings them through a big hole
	In the ozone one by one
	And somewhere beyond Mercury
	The wax begins to melt
	And we touched a perfect stranger
	And we loved the way it felt
	And we all hung together
	In our crew cuts and our braids
	Floating down Broadway
	Above the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And you and I were discussing Natalie
	While you poised to thrust above her
	And I told you how I admire her
	And will always need to love her
	And I told you how I lost
	My best friend Mr. Neill
	And we slowly started dancing
	And began slowly to heal
	And then we all held hands
	And no one was afraid
	On our way to sell our sculptures
	At the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And Michelangelo finally came down
	After four years on the ceiling
	He said he'd lost his funding
	And the paint had started peeling
	And he told us that his patron
	His Holiness, the Pope
	Was demanding productivity
	With which our friend just couldn't cope
	And he rode off on his skateboard
	With his brushes and his blade
	Muttering something 'bout some food
	And the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And we who were born in one millennium
	And will die in the next
	Are slightly underappreciated
	And slightly oversexed
	And as the seconds and the minutes
	Start to vanish one by one
	I'm watching more cartoons
	As I get my toenails done
	And we went downtown to deliver
	Turkeys to people with AIDS
	And then we headed uptown
	To the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And the music keeps on grinding
	And the electrophonic crunch
	And my father's hair is thinning
	And my mom ate some for lunch
	And you, you were my babysitter
	And you let me break my tooth
	And we sit here tied together
	In a bar in the back booth
	And the band is in an uproar
	Only the drum machine's been paid
	And we'll have to bring our own tunes
	To the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	Australians are the coolest
	People in the world
	Let's all go down under
	With strings of colored pearls
	And lay them at the feet
	Of the heirs of English crime
	And listen to old Men At Work
	And have a real good time
	And we dug until we hit the rocks
	Then we threw away the spade
	And built a platform to get a better view
	Of the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And I love whoever's next to me
	I love them so, so much
	They let me lean against them
	Like a beautiful crutch
	And everyone should come up
	On the stage and grab the mike
	And tell us one by one
	Who they are and what they like
	And the babies are the only ones
	To have lately gotten laid
	And I'm feeling young and eager
	For the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And you explained to me that without your fans
	You'd be back out on the street
	With nothing but chitlins on your plate
	And splinters in your feet
	And if you die, you're gone you said
	And your friends are left behind
	And you'll be a statistic
	And we'll be deaf and blind
	And darkness is a virtue
	And molasses is not afraid
	To slow down the countdown
	To the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And somewhere in the distance
	An orchestra shows its face
	With Natalie on the oboe
	Ty on double bass
	John plays the viola
	Slik the tenor sax
	James he blows harmonica
	In vanilla skin-tight slacks
	Hugo oozes alto sax
	Ivory the trombone
	Masuda squawks the trumpet
	Andre xylophone
	Ron he shreds the violin
	In a green Italian suit
	Mike talks on the telephone
	On a tape with an endless loop
	Geoff he blows the clarinet
	With an old-time rockin' feel
	Charlie dings the triangle
	Dave the glockenspiel
	Chris puffs on the tuba
	H a big bass drum
	Alfonso throbs the cello
	Like he would a woman, with his thumb
	And high up on the podium
	In tails with his baton poised
	Banksy leads the orchestra
	In a glorious, awful noise
	And on a float of dripping oil paint
	The orchestra, it played
	Kissing the whole universe
	In the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And life is like a fairy tale
	Every step feels like a dream
	That keeps on getting nearer
	And more and more extreme
	And we just got switched with Venus
	And we're closer to the sun
	And I got no problem with it
	Nor should anyone
	And the cops just blew on in here
	And we're in some kind of raid
	I just hope they will release us
	For the Thanksgiving Day Parade

	zuo qu : Bern ...
	Everybody was ecstatic
	' Bout the light show on the farm
	And everyone got crazy
	And nobody got harmed
	And the five televisions
	Huge upon the stage
	Had come to pay their union dues
	And make a living wage
	And the bathroom was the clubhouse
	Where the colors all got made
	And plans were cast in feathers
	For the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And the DJ spins his records
	From here out to the sun
	And he flings them through a big hole
	In the ozone one by one
	And somewhere beyond Mercury
	The wax begins to melt
	And we touched a perfect stranger
	And we loved the way it felt
	And we all hung together
	In our crew cuts and our braids
	Floating down Broadway
	Above the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And you and I were discussing Natalie
	While you poised to thrust above her
	And I told you how I admire her
	And will always need to love her
	And I told you how I lost
	My best friend Mr. Neill
	And we slowly started dancing
	And began slowly to heal
	And then we all held hands
	And no one was afraid
	On our way to sell our sculptures
	At the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And Michelangelo finally came down
	After four years on the ceiling
	He said he' d lost his funding
	And the paint had started peeling
	And he told us that his patron
	His Holiness, the Pope
	Was demanding productivity
	With which our friend just couldn' t cope
	And he rode off on his skateboard
	With his brushes and his blade
	Muttering something ' bout some food
	And the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And we who were born in one millennium
	And will die in the next
	Are slightly underappreciated
	And slightly oversexed
	And as the seconds and the minutes
	Start to vanish one by one
	I' m watching more cartoons
	As I get my toenails done
	And we went downtown to deliver
	Turkeys to people with AIDS
	And then we headed uptown
	To the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And the music keeps on grinding
	And the electrophonic crunch
	And my father' s hair is thinning
	And my mom ate some for lunch
	And you, you were my babysitter
	And you let me break my tooth
	And we sit here tied together
	In a bar in the back booth
	And the band is in an uproar
	Only the drum machine' s been paid
	And we' ll have to bring our own tunes
	To the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	Australians are the coolest
	People in the world
	Let' s all go down under
	With strings of colored pearls
	And lay them at the feet
	Of the heirs of English crime
	And listen to old Men At Work
	And have a real good time
	And we dug until we hit the rocks
	Then we threw away the spade
	And built a platform to get a better view
	Of the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And I love whoever' s next to me
	I love them so, so much
	They let me lean against them
	Like a beautiful crutch
	And everyone should come up
	On the stage and grab the mike
	And tell us one by one
	Who they are and what they like
	And the babies are the only ones
	To have lately gotten laid
	And I' m feeling young and eager
	For the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And you explained to me that without your fans
	You' d be back out on the street
	With nothing but chitlins on your plate
	And splinters in your feet
	And if you die, you' re gone you said
	And your friends are left behind
	And you' ll be a statistic
	And we' ll be deaf and blind
	And darkness is a virtue
	And molasses is not afraid
	To slow down the countdown
	To the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And somewhere in the distance
	An orchestra shows its face
	With Natalie on the oboe
	Ty on double bass
	John plays the viola
	Slik the tenor sax
	James he blows harmonica
	In vanilla skintight slacks
	Hugo oozes alto sax
	Ivory the trombone
	Masuda squawks the trumpet
	Andre xylophone
	Ron he shreds the violin
	In a green Italian suit
	Mike talks on the telephone
	On a tape with an endless loop
	Geoff he blows the clarinet
	With an oldtime rockin' feel
	Charlie dings the triangle
	Dave the glockenspiel
	Chris puffs on the tuba
	H a big bass drum
	Alfonso throbs the cello
	Like he would a woman, with his thumb
	And high up on the podium
	In tails with his baton poised
	Banksy leads the orchestra
	In a glorious, awful noise
	And on a float of dripping oil paint
	The orchestra, it played
	Kissing the whole universe
	In the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And life is like a fairy tale
	Every step feels like a dream
	That keeps on getting nearer
	And more and more extreme
	And we just got switched with Venus
	And we' re closer to the sun
	And I got no problem with it
	Nor should anyone
	And the cops just blew on in here
	And we' re in some kind of raid
	I just hope they will release us
	For the Thanksgiving Day Parade

	zuò qǔ : Bern ...
	Everybody was ecstatic
	' Bout the light show on the farm
	And everyone got crazy
	And nobody got harmed
	And the five televisions
	Huge upon the stage
	Had come to pay their union dues
	And make a living wage
	And the bathroom was the clubhouse
	Where the colors all got made
	And plans were cast in feathers
	For the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And the DJ spins his records
	From here out to the sun
	And he flings them through a big hole
	In the ozone one by one
	And somewhere beyond Mercury
	The wax begins to melt
	And we touched a perfect stranger
	And we loved the way it felt
	And we all hung together
	In our crew cuts and our braids
	Floating down Broadway
	Above the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And you and I were discussing Natalie
	While you poised to thrust above her
	And I told you how I admire her
	And will always need to love her
	And I told you how I lost
	My best friend Mr. Neill
	And we slowly started dancing
	And began slowly to heal
	And then we all held hands
	And no one was afraid
	On our way to sell our sculptures
	At the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And Michelangelo finally came down
	After four years on the ceiling
	He said he' d lost his funding
	And the paint had started peeling
	And he told us that his patron
	His Holiness, the Pope
	Was demanding productivity
	With which our friend just couldn' t cope
	And he rode off on his skateboard
	With his brushes and his blade
	Muttering something ' bout some food
	And the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And we who were born in one millennium
	And will die in the next
	Are slightly underappreciated
	And slightly oversexed
	And as the seconds and the minutes
	Start to vanish one by one
	I' m watching more cartoons
	As I get my toenails done
	And we went downtown to deliver
	Turkeys to people with AIDS
	And then we headed uptown
	To the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And the music keeps on grinding
	And the electrophonic crunch
	And my father' s hair is thinning
	And my mom ate some for lunch
	And you, you were my babysitter
	And you let me break my tooth
	And we sit here tied together
	In a bar in the back booth
	And the band is in an uproar
	Only the drum machine' s been paid
	And we' ll have to bring our own tunes
	To the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	Australians are the coolest
	People in the world
	Let' s all go down under
	With strings of colored pearls
	And lay them at the feet
	Of the heirs of English crime
	And listen to old Men At Work
	And have a real good time
	And we dug until we hit the rocks
	Then we threw away the spade
	And built a platform to get a better view
	Of the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And I love whoever' s next to me
	I love them so, so much
	They let me lean against them
	Like a beautiful crutch
	And everyone should come up
	On the stage and grab the mike
	And tell us one by one
	Who they are and what they like
	And the babies are the only ones
	To have lately gotten laid
	And I' m feeling young and eager
	For the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And you explained to me that without your fans
	You' d be back out on the street
	With nothing but chitlins on your plate
	And splinters in your feet
	And if you die, you' re gone you said
	And your friends are left behind
	And you' ll be a statistic
	And we' ll be deaf and blind
	And darkness is a virtue
	And molasses is not afraid
	To slow down the countdown
	To the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And somewhere in the distance
	An orchestra shows its face
	With Natalie on the oboe
	Ty on double bass
	John plays the viola
	Slik the tenor sax
	James he blows harmonica
	In vanilla skintight slacks
	Hugo oozes alto sax
	Ivory the trombone
	Masuda squawks the trumpet
	Andre xylophone
	Ron he shreds the violin
	In a green Italian suit
	Mike talks on the telephone
	On a tape with an endless loop
	Geoff he blows the clarinet
	With an oldtime rockin' feel
	Charlie dings the triangle
	Dave the glockenspiel
	Chris puffs on the tuba
	H a big bass drum
	Alfonso throbs the cello
	Like he would a woman, with his thumb
	And high up on the podium
	In tails with his baton poised
	Banksy leads the orchestra
	In a glorious, awful noise
	And on a float of dripping oil paint
	The orchestra, it played
	Kissing the whole universe
	In the Thanksgiving Day Parade
	And life is like a fairy tale
	Every step feels like a dream
	That keeps on getting nearer
	And more and more extreme
	And we just got switched with Venus
	And we' re closer to the sun
	And I got no problem with it
	Nor should anyone
	And the cops just blew on in here
	And we' re in some kind of raid
	I just hope they will release us
	For the Thanksgiving Day Parade

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