The Conversation’s Growing (Music & Lyrics by Bill Carrasco & Lindsey Boise) The conversation’s growing. It’s hitting all sides. You can feel the ocean slowing down. An open wide picture show where the waves are round and green is almost brown. In the fog, a rainbow in the dark. We’re just another tribe of easy people in the garden. Old eyes, bones in the yard. At the dawn, the light will slowly play you, slowly play you. Drive me round, I’ve been trying to find another place to play, another road, another mountain to slow down. Oooh slide door. Oh chuva! Fall on my head. Don’t ask why. Slowly fly all day with Tanya in the sky. Baseadobundaganjabundabundayé. Head phone, left phone, right me another time. People bubble. That’s the song. Take it and give it. I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope we’re getting money. Tension et signification. I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope we’re getting money. In the grass. Moving around. Growing grass. Digging around town. Growing grass. Flip on the horizon. Growing grass, growing grass. Me no mystic. It wasn’t you. You came true. You tell me who you want to be. Let’s find exhibitions. Purple or green? Let’s roll away. Tell me what need to say. Oooh cross fade. On the road to the reservation. Let’s blow this reservation. Let’s blow away. I didn’t know you. I didn’t know you well. We got time to give it up. I’ll show you how. I’ll get to know you. Maybe I don’t know you now. Give it up. Take control. Gkjksdhskjgfhg bfhgertsjhnjdshjah. Just the other day, there was this football player struck by a flying head-butt from Zidane, who was justified in his response. That guy deserved it and everyone knows. Light! Here comes the sun. You said it right! Here comes the sun. For light! For life! Here comes the sun. For light! For life! The gibberish life! The gibberish life! The gibberish, the gibberish, the gibberish life! Digging. Holding down. Digging down. Digging down. Digging! [Whistling] You’re/She’s an amazing, amazing, amazing, amazing, amazing girl. Oh, the conversation’s growing. It’s making way for the sun. For light, For life! Here comes the sun. I like you so easily. I like you. And it’s getting better. Feels so nice all the time.
© Copyright 2008 Bill Carrasco & Lindsey Boise
