Gamelan Lyrics

Julia Marcell Gamelan

Mighty screen light, tell me, tell me Is there something I should know Seven seasons of this sorrow Of this misery, in the row

Hold my head high, stand on tiptoes All my favorite people lie Let's go places they don't go Let's have a fever burn us bright

Hardly, hardly Feeling better

All my nurses fill their papers Could be deadly, maybe not All my doctors scratch their heads off Why don't I like what I've got

I don't know what I want, but I want it now

Mighty screen light, all my poets Drink a lot and play pretend Give me more of this and promise It's not forever, or be damned

Hardly, hardly Feeling better

All my nurses fill their papers Could be deadly, maybe not All the doctors scratch their heads off Why don't I like what I've got

I don't know what I want, but I want it now