Foucault

Finger nails are yellow And you hate the way you walk God is long dead, Daddy Squeeze my hand and the Mandy talk Lay me down in Venice called the sunset California hedonist I love it It's OK I'll sleep in your bathroom Lay my head on my shoulder for the last time You read to me your poetry Soft willow the green big man parade Hope you read eternally Dandelion and burdock lemonade East side I told you 'bout my mother And in the river grass It's just you and Foucault and my bass guitar And I've seen you walk on water And you wash your feet with my hair and my tears I loved you in the runs the last of the summer wine In the end I hope you follow With the Mao and the Tao The green and the brown And the clean and the clouds And the fields and the crowds Swinbourne Road's longer than I remember Longer than I remember Oh you, dandelion and burdock lemonade It's just you and Foucault and my bass guitar And I've seen you walk on water And you wash your feet with my hair and my tears I loved you in the runs the last of the summer wine It's just you and Foucault and my bass guitar And I've seen you walk on water And you wash your feet with my hair and my tears I loved you in the runs the last of the summer wine