Jaguar Love My Organ Sounds Like
His organ sounds like clouds brushing against the moon
on an ice crusted midnight,
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything
it hurts everything it hurts,
His synthesizer sails galactic landscapes, from New
York to ancient Rome in an hour
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything
it hurts everything it hurts,
His voice softens the squall of deaths imminence of
when he sings oh it rains tropical colors
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything
it hurts everything it hurts
But when I hear that music all the world is holy and
it’s good hey hey he--y, and no one sings the sanitary
blues
His harps hover like moths in the atmosphere I feel
like rushing through tall grasslands.
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything
it hurts everything it hurts
His boom box blares classics never written, the songs
singers never had time to make up,
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything
it hurts everything it hurts
But when I hear that music all the animals in my heart
roar hey hey he-y, and no one sings the sanitary blues.
Nobody noticed that the waitress was on fire. She
screamed and threw herself on the ground. The customers
just kept to themselves, reading the morning paper with
coffee, everyone one one one wa-one one one everyone.
The portraits on the walls started to sweat and moan
everyone one one one wa-one one one everyone.
I was trying to enjoy a cappuccino over the agonizing
howl so I hid inside a newspaper headline. It said
“Mission Accomplished” the man in the flight suit
twitched and went (everyone one one one wa-one one one
everyone) home with a brunette in the crowd.
His Space Echo seethes undiscovered colors lets repaint
this architecture.
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything
it hurts everything it hurts
His violins sound like crickets shrieking at the sun on
a summer afternoon.
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts
