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Ithaka
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Butterfly of Wisdom
All alone without thoughts At my old blue desk Alone on easter sunday My brokeness still a pest
Am I my own man? Or just a puppet on a string? Do I turn my own board? Or wait for fate to bring?
Whatever. Whatever. Whatever will be Believe that and you're a sucker You may never see the key
Preachers, teachers abusers of religion Everyone claiming to see the only vision
Prophecies sprouting up like weeds Don't believe'em none The truth grows like a tree
When I ask others, Where am I headed? They tell me ask the planets Ask the stars
But is the fate Of another sucker mine Because of the tilt of mars?
Maybe it is. Maybe it ain't But what about The flowers and the color of paint?
Do you become what you think about most? To be or not to be? ... Or to be an almost?
Do the gods help those who help themselves? Or should I store my juice Up on a mental shelf?
Am I my own man? ... O R just a puppet on a string? Do I turn my own board? Or wait for fate to bring?
Came out of my apartment at the street door Looked back up to my window on the second floor
Got a planter-box of flowers Got some purple, got some blue When into my pretty picture A white butterfly flew
Bouncing alone she went It seemed without direction Bouncing alone she went She was the vision of perfection
Am I my own man? Or just a puppet on a string? Do I turn my own board? Or wait for fate to bring?
So I followed that little butterfly of wisdom Down the dusty streets of the city of lisbon
And somewhere down near alcantara-mar She stopped for a moment on the hood of a car
Then she landed on an average street sign Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And for that brief second That sign was like a shrine
Then the butterfly landed on a small girl Who was still young enough To wonder at the world
She landed on a wooden fence But on the fence, it appeared She landed only to rest
She landed on the head of a statue Then flew off into the forest of monsanto
Bouncing alone she went It seemed without direction Bouncing alone she went She was the vision of perfection
Am I my own man? Or just a puppet on a string? Do I turn my own board? Or wait for fate to bring?
Through the pine trees The way the winds blow Alonside of a crow To a quite meadow
Finally she landed on A lonely yellow flower Then suddenly took off With a fresh burst of power
What a long way, I thought Just to get a little snack But she hadn't just been Searching for a flower she lacked
She'd been blessing the 'hood With her awkward grace And then she blessed my nose, By landing on my face
Giving back to the world, That gave her sweet life Even if her sole purpose Was to be a lovely sight
And off she flew Above the trees, to the sky And I could swear I heard a little voice Wish me 'Goodbye'
I walked all the way back home Wearing a grin Finally knowing life Means nothing and everythin'
Bouncing alone she went It seemed without direction Bouncing alone she went She was the vision of perfection
Am I my own man? Or just a puppet on a string? Do I turn my own board? Or wait for fate to bring?
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