Village Idiots (1992-2016 revisited)


You, me and a million trees;
we'll go in and do as we please.
The darkness that's inside,
is waiting for our light.
That's you and me and a million trees.

You, I and a thousand clowns
will hoof down the street, maybe reverse some frowns.
The people that we greet 
will get on board or make the all of us mincemeat.

Chorus:
  You and I are all talk and no do
  Fantasy snow shoes squawk, forget to walk.
  Dozen-days are strobing the night sky,
  lazily utilized, missing the motion.
  That's you I and a thousand clowns.

You, me and a hundred souls
will seek out some kindreds 
and dive down rabbit holes.
Connections that we funnel
will get us in that circular tunnel.

Chorus 
  You and I are all talk and no do
  Fantasy snow shoes squawk, forget to walk.
  Dozen-days are strobing the night sky,
  lazily utilized, missing the motion.

      We just couldn't get are our acts together
      A.D.S. and all o' that. 
      Everyone said it made no sense.
      The hair fell out and the waist expanded,
      handcuffed to the internet.
      Safe, stuck in the audience.
      That's you and me and a hundred souls.

You me, just on our own,
will look back on life and see the seeds that we've sown
and hope that the ground won't harden
as we sleep beneath the garden.

Chorus.....
  You and I were all talk and no do,
  those fantasy snowshoes squawked,
  forgot to walk.
  Dozen days they strobed through the night sky,
  lazily utilized.
  We missed the motion,
  just other drops, mixed in the ocean.


©2016 John T. Windle/Vaudeville John