Michael McGuire Nice Day
NICE DAY
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
The sun is shining brightly down on my unconcerned head, I’m
celebrating the unseen life of the newly dead, life is teeming with
voracious huger for more life, this joy that surges thru the air is so
thick you could cut it with a knife, the blue sky comes down to the
earth and melts into a field of daisies on my right, the air is filled with
evening and the wonder of the coming night, more perfect than the
idea of perfection, this kind of day could pass anybody’s inspection.
It’s such a nice day, will you come out and play, it’s such a nice day,
wont you come out and play, it’s such a nice day, please come out and
play, it’s such a nice day, what else can I say.
The clouds scurry along like they’ve got more important things to do, I
search my mind and my thoughts are of you, I think of your golden hair
deep green eyes, I think of your mysterious ways and the shape of your
thighs, the world seems to have come together for a moment to join
hands, a brief epiphany in the ways of man, the entrance to that
farmhouse there is as if Eden’s gate, the bees buzzing low over the
fields make me hungry for my mate.
It’s such a nice day, will you come out and play, it’s such a nice day,
wont you come out and play, it’s such a nice day, please come out and
play, it’s such a nice day, what else can I say.
I think maybe I’ll go home get my book and sit in the cool shade and
read, all the beauty of my Earth just fills me with benevolent greed,
maybe I’ll go out and watch the ripe red sunset over the lake, right
now the world seems to be alive for heavens sake, see how that hazy
vapor comes off the street in the distance, my mind is surging in travel
and my feet hold no resistance, I want to go everywhere do everything
see all there is to see, if it never rains again that’ll be to soon for me.
It’s such a nice day, will you come out and play, it’s such a nice day,
wont you come out and play, it’s such a nice day, please come out and
play, it’s such a nice day, what else can I say.
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