The Finest Joke Is Upon Us

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Guided by Voices - Rock

The Finest Joke Is Upon Us

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[Verse 1] Mother, feeling your hand, eye Believe you and I did then And mother, release every bad seed The geese are leaving the trees [Verse 2] Exposed to winter's cold They waited too long But we too exaggerated and now take the cake away It's a long song and I can't play it so Give me a grip now, collector of bones [Chorus] Worlds of smoke Distorted mirror broken, paradise is open but I choke One of these days when I see through the smoke There'll be the day I get the joke [Solo] [Verse 2] Exposed to winter's cold They waited too long But we too exaggerated and now take the cake away It's a long song and I can't play it so Give me a grip now, collector of bones [Chorus] Worlds of smoke Distorted mirror broken, paradise is open but I choke One of these days when I see through the smoke There'll be the day I get the joke

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Writers
  • Robert Pollard