The Blues and no Shoes

Sink Swim

Hypnotised by a strange chaotic delight
Being of another sort, a land before time
Of mysterious drapped caped faces and dark alley ways
But I can't supress a smile
with our magic carpets and Spliff
and boots of Moroccan leather
when the names get this amusing
The colours this bright
The smells this foul
Wordly grounds we've never played before
all you can do is fuck the western world in their fanciness
Its just kirst and laur from grade four
ditching the vegemite sandwhiches, quadrangles, bucket hats
to skim our feet across Saharan sands