the bluest of blues. with some trumpets. and some things.
of chicago, TO THE MOON!
we're not like other bands.
Story behind the song
this song is about how the "5" on cell phones is a little bit higher than all the other numbers. Unfair, right???
Lyrics
Once I was a sailor a sailor made of grass
Once I was a sailor who’d do anything for a laugh
And now im a seed
And no ones been planting me
But my gardener is so homeless
And I just got out played by the leaf
Some stones and an apple can get you very far
So far as you can see to pick your private star
But I hate fruit
Im vagabond with way too much to lose
Can someone save my innocence?
And pretend that one and three make two
Weary headed mothers who pick and choose the tense
The tense of your success that’s leaning on a picket fence
That’s painted white
By a boy from a cat who’s alright
But his mother was a communist
And he was taken away in the night
Once I was a sailor a sailor made of sand
Once I was a sailor who never did things to plan
And now im a hypocrite
And all your friends are full of shit
But my best friend is an exhibitionist
And I just think its time for me to quit
salior sail away with me.
