Strange Paradise

Little bird, little brown bird

Little captain of aviation

At the abandoned service station

You’re pecking at the cracks in the pavement

Where the weeds and trees are growing in

All the cars are full of skeletons

The plastic patio furniture bleaching in the sun

You’re chirping at the statue with the big red shoes:

“Waiter, table for one”

They say we all die twice

First when we stop breathing

And the second time when the last little brown bird

Who remembers what we did and remembers who we were

Gets distracted by a shiny piece of string

And forgets everything

When the guitarist finally stops

And the band is packing up and leaving

Will you take my right hand with your left and my left hand with your right

And dance in the dimness of the dying solar light

We’ll open wide our silent mouths and sing

And we’ll remember everything

Tick tock, listen to the clock

We should really stop but we just can’t stop

Drive to the country, look at country things

Cover our ears when the blackbird sings

Make another record cause we’re in the mood

More songs about birdies and dudes

Need a good soundtrack, leaving home

There’s no debate, it’s the Ramones

Strange paradise, rain on the lens

Where are my people, where are my friends?

We always chose dare, never chose truth

Read the message in the stars from a tomb with a view

Lights out, nobody home

Flesh hologram, the buzz of the drone

Last sunset, light’s just so

Hey ho, let’s go