The Incredible String Band - Puppet Song lyrics

rate me

Now you may have observed if you walk into a wall

you get a certain sensation of reality

when you take a look through your memory book

you may perceive a certain rhythmic regularity

the crazy things your mind gets up to when you're away

throwing clouds of rain over brightest day

there was once a little man

he worked all day and slept all night

he looked at the sun

it didn't seem bright, it didn't seen right

he wondered did the world go rolling along on its own

or did some spirit move it with a black cat bone

and he set out to find the causes behind

the events in the world

and the seasons of the mind

so he asked his wife about it, and his wife said yes

come back and see me if it's time to know less

you do too much aquestioning of the world at large

everybody knows the politician's in charge

so he went to the Kinghouse just the next day

to see that politician with his hair dyed grey

jump down turn around blow you up or kiss the ground

trying to be the president of the land so gay

he had false pretendies, I had to love his style

bound to make some havoc with that violin smile

hey, Salvador Dali, make a walking talking something

you paint some freaky pictures, make a likeness of that man

muchos dollars if you can

so the little man asked the politician who makes the plan

who makes the plan, what happens to me

and who has the key

now you are asking me who makes the scene

his highness King Gold and Madam Silver his queen

they keep it all arustling with the dollars and pounds

and everyone knows that money makes the world go round

so the little man asked King Gold and Madam Silver

come tell me what you can

and King Gold said, lifting his golden voice from his golden bed

now money is something, it's a basic flow

and me I am the archetype of jewels and dough

I do a lot of talking both slow and fast

but me make decisions, no of course it's the past

for the past is something, we all have some

and universal history is a bundle of fun

now I'm getting sleepy, starting to nod

if you want to check the picture, want to check the picture

want to check it, check it with God

so the little man climbed up on a rickety ladder, to the heavenly lands

and he shed a tear, 'it's all so queer and it doesn't seem clear'

now God was sitting easy in a heavenly chair

breathing deep and lazy on the heavenly air

the little man got near him just to get right from wrong

said 'God are you responsible for all that goes on'

God looked up from having a heavenly think

he gave that little questioner a heavenly wink, saying

'men have coloured me with the colours of their minds

so I find

they used me as an excuse for all kinds of goofs

and for crimes of all kinds

all your so hard facts painted thinly on the void

why were you not more pleasantly employed

anything you want to do, I'm happy if you make it go right

and it's true if it makes you happy you know it makes the

world more bright

and you shall have liberty

it always was yours anyway

you're one of my kind, you're an infinite mind

you make each new day

there's nothing more I can say'