My Organ Sounds Like... - Jaguar Love

His organ sounds like clouds brushing against the moon on an ice crusted

midnight

But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it

hurts

His synthesizer sails galactic landscapes, from New York to ancient Rome in an

hour

But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it

hurts

His voice softens the squall of deaths imminence of when he sings oh it rains

tropical colors

But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it

hurts

But when I hear that music all the world is holy and it’s good hey hey he--y,

and no one sings the sanitary blues

His harps hover like moths in the atmosphere I feel like rushing through tall

grasslands

But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it

hurts

His boom box blares classics never written, the songs singers never had time to

make up

But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it

hurts

But when I hear that music all the animals in my heart roar hey hey he-y,

and no one sings the sanitary blues

Nobody noticed that the waitress was on fire.

She screamed and threw herself on

the ground.

The customers just kept to themselves, reading the morning paper

with coffee, everyone one one one wa-one one one everyone.

The portraits on the

walls started to sweat and moan everyone one one one wa-one one one everyone

I was trying to enjoy a cappuccino over the agonizing howl so I hid inside a

newspaper headline.

It said «Mission Accomplished» the man in the flight suit

twitched and went (everyone one one one wa-one one one everyone) home with a

brunette in the crowd

His Space Echo seethes undiscovered colors lets repaint this architecture

But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it

hurts

His violins sound like crickets shrieking at the sun on a summer afternoon

But everything it hurts every thing it hurts