Van Dyke Parks - The Attic lyrics

rate me

I was there upon

A four poster there

Mind tousled

I came to bear

Some thoughts from the past

Amid a dash of influenza

And then I came to see in baggage

The memories of truncated souvenirs

The war years

High moon I said

High moon lighted

High moon eye

To my moon

Far beyond the blue mist

Enveloped lawn

The blanketed night comes on

The champagne is dead and gone

The forest around sensitive sound forest primeval

Through the panes cloud buttermilk

War remains and twisted cross

War refrains lunatic so

High moon I said

High moon lighted

High moon eye

To my moon

Your age will most probably

Carry away the letters enveloped in carrion

Vague unpleasantries of the war

May your son's progenitorship

Of the state haphazardly help him to carry on

God send your son safe home to you

High Moon

You're eye

To my moon