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Every Alcove

from Praying Mantis by Grandpa Egg

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lyrics

[Refrain]
If you come a little closer, let your eyes adjust
And open your mind up, the whole of the hillside
Will come into focus
Let the flowers and the grass grow up around you there
The locals are waiting in every alcove
And anticipating

Meet Miss Tropicanna Black
Her friends call her Lily
Not that she has anybody
Whom she could really call a friend, per se
Sweet Miss Tropicanna Black
Some say she's a little off
Not that anyone has much of anything to say at all
To Tropicanna Black

[Refrain]

These weeds echo with the sounds
Of Christopher Cricket
He leads a chorus that surrounds us
Here in the thicket
We count on it
"Three cheers," we joyful!
We exclaim, "Here comes Mr. Cricket"
Fingers snapping to the songs he sings
We wave and stop to say,
"There goes one swell guy"

[Refrain]

If you come a little closer, get to know the folks
That scuttle along on the overgrown lawn
There’s so much that goes on
Let the clovers and the canes grow up around your brain
The natives exchange subterranean claims
So glad that you came

Earthworm, face-first in the dirt
Leave him to his folly
He works all the day and night
With nothing but plight to show
For Wally Dearth
Earthworm Wally, what’s the point?
You wallow and dawdle
Each and every day the same old mess
Of sweat and soil, inanely toiling away

Lily Black, she stares down at the grass
Watching ants share information
She has a rad collection of acorn-caps
And thoughts on why some folks are so numb
And Chris Cricket wishes each song were his last
Perhaps he could at-least sing in a minor key
No one saw as Wally worked to solve
The meadow’s arid-soil situation

credits

from Praying Mantis, released May 20, 2014
Jeb - classical, vocals, toy-piano, jew's harp, tambourine
Bart - bass
Jordin - percussion

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