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Parachutes

from Wrong Quotes by Dana Plato

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I miss the butter
For my toasted bread
I’ll get along with my apple jam
Singing cicadas
and bedbugs’ stink
No prob, I’ll turn into an insects’ shrink

My heart was dried out
My brain was wet
So I transformed them to fishing nets
Striped pajamas, they discourage sex
Tonight I’ll try with my purple Crocs

Parachutes, parachutes
Parachutes in the sky
You run from the left
I run there from the right
Parachutes, parachutes
Parachutes all the time
There can always be a smart way out

You’re neatly passing
don’t say hello
I take my phonebook
Make a few more calls
I start to sense
That life is a disgrace
Ok, I’ll hang out
With sweet Mary Grace

Parachutes, parachutes,
Parachutes, you’ll be mine
But if that is not the case
I can smile
Parachutes, everywhere parachutes
In my mind
Since nothing means loosing
I’ll prob’ly survive

credits

from Wrong Quotes, released June 17, 2021
Fixx: words
Humpty Dumpty: vocals, synth, guitar, electronic drumming
Monster Joe: Bass, double bass

Mixed and mastered by Andrea Di Biccari (Sloth Studio)

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