Dick Turner

Dick Turner

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Pop - Alternative | Paris, France
Total Song Plays: 173   
Member Since: 2005
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Lyrics

Dissappear

I picked some flowers
From the garden
And I pressed them
Between covers
Of a book about
The history
Of an Ancient
Group of people
All the details
Are forgotton
But the experts
Reconstucted
What the temple
May have looked like
And the rites of sacrifice
But no one knows
What really happened
and they never will
I fear
And what about my drying flowers
Will they too
Just dissappear?

Photographs
Sit in the drawer
Four men who have
Shot a rabbit
A woman in a
Red bikini
Standing near a green
Ford Mustang
Mom and dad
A little baby
Smiling on a beach someplace
In the distance
In the photo
Floating in the cool blue water
Is a steamer
Called the Nellie
Now's she's off
She's going somewhere
Now she crosses the horizon
Now she's gone
She's dissappeared.

People walking
People running
People flying through the air
Building things and saying things
Until they finally dissappear
I think, we think, you think,they think
There's some logic we collect
But I'm sure that if we find it
It's something that we don't expect
One thing leads unto another
Like a chain
It started somewhere
Great, great, great, great
Great grandmother
Great, great, great, great
Great grandfather
I've some questions
Like to ask you
Really wish that you were here
Maybe one day I'll be able
When I finally
Dissappear.


Song Length
3:29
Genre
Pop - Alternative