Lletres: Captain Beefheart. Trout Mask Replica. Bills Corpse.

Quietly, the rain, played down on last of the ashes
Quietly, the light, played down on her lashes
She smiled 'n' twisted, she smiled 'n' twisted
Hideously looking back at what once was beautiful

Playing naturally magically
Oh, her ragged hair was shinin', red, white 'n' blue
All 'n all the children screamin'
Why surely madam, you must be dreamin'

You couldn't have done this if you knew what you were doin'
Well, the gold fish in the bowl lay upside down bloatin'
Full in the sky and the plains were bleached with white skeletons
Various species grouped together according to their past beliefs

The only way they ever all got together
Was not in love but shameful grief
It's not the way I'd like it to get together
That's not the kind of thoughts I'd like to keep

The rain played lightly down, down on the form a heap
Oh, lady look up in time, oh, lady look out of love
And you should have us all, oh, you should have us fall