Out there on the lawn, out there all alone
Out there on the lawn, out there all along
And I can see them, and they can feel me
But I won’t eat them, cause they could kill me
They could kill me
A sweaty summer day, a copper penny taste
And when the flowers die, will they all be replaced
I really hope they will, hold my breath until
I’m breathing only smoke, and then I’ll finally chill
Out
OUT THERE ON THE LAWN
OUT THERE ALL ALONE
OUT THERE ON THE LAWN
OUT THERE ALL ALONG
A SWEATY SUMMER DAY
A COPPER PENNY TASTE
AND WHEN THE FLOWERS DIE
WILL THEY ALL BE REPLACED
I really hope they will
I really hope they will
Hmm hmm hmm hmmmmm
Hmm hmm hmm hmmm hmm
Hmm hmm hmm hmmm
Hmm hmm hmm hmmm hmmm
Out there on the lawn, a sea of perfect clones
We bathed in glory’s yawn, mowed down before we’re grown
And I could see them, and they could feel me
But if I ate them, what would that make me?
A flap before the fall, incense and alcohol
Center the spiral on the mantra that begot it all
I’ve heard it all before, what justifies a war
When all the earth is razed what’s left beyond that door?
He told me I had to clean my plate
Tend to the garden for our freedom’s fate
OUT THERE ON THE LAWN
OUT THERE ALL ALONE
OUT THERE ON THE LAWN
OUT THERE ALL ALONE
AND I CAN SEE THEM, AND THEY CAN FEEL ME
BUT I WON’T EAT THEM CAUSE THEY COULD KILL ME
A SWEATY SUMMER DAY
A COPPER PENNY TASTE
AND WHEN THE FLOWERS DIE
WILL THEY ALL BE REPLACED
I REALLY HOPE THEY WILL
I’LL HOLD MY BREATH UNTIL
I’M BREATHING ONLY SMOKE
AND THEN I’LL FINALLY
Chill
Out
This outstanding compilation of bands from Indonesia puts a focus on atmospheric pop and rock music, with hooks 20-stories high. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2022