Oh Ribbon Head go too far,
you are not allowed out in the yard
with the children and your cake mag loose
holding the hammer hotels, describing the circles in the sand
someone should stop you
ribbon head, unhook the wires
leave you for dead
for all you've said no truth
just a few spet shields you must go back to the basement
with a wrench and ghost holding your hammer and oil can
tears of a robot, skin of a man
It's how you were programed
ribbon head going stable, going dead
a lamppost, a history a mud wimp think,
only we take our eyes and make believe
ribbon head this is the last time we'll meet
out in the fields
ribbon sun memorial rain down the overcoats you know the code
up to the knees round falafalo
ripping the red flag from their throat
ribbon head, there is no more chance a lot
should you rule
and deliver them art and lies
and these pale lights through our eyes through time
and would make a lesser crime
of what they think
hoping the do push too far you push too hard against all the odds
Westchester rotery and I think a chain
holding your hammer and your class
no names on your figures, no kings in your past
someone must stop you
Ribbons head, burn down your barracks
eggs in your head
a humor post, a history
how much we think
only you, take our eyes
and make believe
Ribbon head this is the last time, we'll meet
out in the fields cold and hysterical
god in the envelope could not that provide
nothing is real building the rival scope
tracks box that overflow
the end of this
This is my absolute favorite ToL song. Was a bit sad to learn that forgetters weren't going to salvage this one. Anyway, here's what I got from it; hopefully at least some of this is closer to the mark:
ReplyDeleteOh Ribbon Head, you go too far
You are not allowed out in the yard
With the children and your big black boots
Holding your hat on in hooked hands
Describing your circles in their sand
Someone should stop you, Ribbon Head
Unhook the wires, leave you for dead
For all you've said with no proof
Just a few spent shells
You must go back to the basement with a wrench and ghosts
Holding your hat on, an oil can
The tears of a robot, skin of a man
It's how you were programmed, Ribbon Head
Going feral, going dead
We can't impose a history on what we think (?)
We only need to tape our eyes and make believe (?)
Ribbon Head, this is the last time we'll meet out in the fields
Jefferson Memorial, grey skies and overcoats, you know the code
Up to our knees, brown paper envelope, ripping the red thread from their throats
Ribbon Head, you know you're my champion
I want to see you win, and deliver me the hearts and minds
Of these ???
Who would ???
And would make a lesser crime of what they've done
Hopeless and lone, you go too far
You push too hard against all we are
West Chester Rotary and a three-car jail
Holding your hat on, a hip flask
No rings on your fingers, no kings in your past
Someone must stop you, Ribbon Head
Burn down your barracks, the aches in your head (or is it "bed"?)
We can't impose a history (etc...)
Ribbon Head, this is the last time we'll meet out in the field (There's a live video somewhere in which this line is "meet under the trees.")
Code name is "Jericho," God sealed the envelope, good luck and goodbye
Nothing is real, buildings and rifle scopes, crackpot reporters know, the end of
Hi. What is Ribbon Head?
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