Subject: Tall Trees: My ears are not what they used to be. But then I thought... |
From: z_kevino@hotmail.com |
Date: 12/06/2016, 11:28 am |
To: |
...The powderworkers have more ears (and knowledge) than I ever could hope for.
I love the new Tall Trees song, but unlike The Great White Shark, Pete hasn't released the lyrics.
I took a stab at it, and am hoping you all can keep this thread going, adding corrections. Words I had no idea about are in parenthesis. The rest is probably about 90% correct. Please help me, because I really like Peter Garrett's talented lyrics.
-Kevin Z / FL, USA...
just as the tall tree stands unmoved by daily passion
Just as the sky's a roof that's over our head
Just as we never gave the shows of those discussion
There's no more rights to wrong, or meaning in our heads
All we ever needed, is in this place
I, I'm rolling back
Like a monk that's taking holy vows
A jump across the here and now, I'm back
Well, I, I'm rolling back
Like a Boeing safely landed
A vessel that's been stranded, I'm back
I found out kind of late
I found out kind of slow
No pride and circumstance the feelings that I show
I did some desert time, and slowing down the mind
And then I caught a wave to carry me back
All we ever needed, is in this place
I, I'm rolling back
Like a (cry?) boy with a lust for life
A cherry picker reaching ripe. I'm back
Well, I, I'm rolling back
Like a kingfish spittin' out that hook
I'm coming 'round for a second look, I'm back
I, I'm rolling back
Like an astronaut's moon landing
Like a swamp that you can't stand in, back
Yes I, I'm rolling back
(replete?) with all my ( fibers?) know
Catastrophe avoided, I'm back
Well I, I'm back
Like Mohammad Ali's punching bag
or Rupert Murdoch's latest swag
A (Councilist?) still listening
A prisoner's forgiven
A farmer pray and fall some rain
A block in existential pain
Like Genghis who was known as Khan
A pile upon the order
(exciters ?) Counting galaxies
A mother with more mouths to feed
Like a plain(?) servant on the run
The (Baggie green?) Still chewing gum
the early morning rising sun
Built to last and born to run
A microsecond's worth of fact
I think I heard the starter's gun
I'm back
Yes I'm back