Frogs
Harvest of Minds: Seeking Riffs in the Jungle of Thoughts
Lyrics
Communal dinner in the banana grove
Communal gathering in a banana grove
Frogs are croaking, moon's almost full
Frogs are making noise, almost full moon
Too many musicians, too many wills
Excessive musicians and conflicting desires
Too many stories, Too much time to kill
Abundance of stories, too much idle time
I used to love it, but my brain's been rewired
Past enjoyment, but mental changes
People young and hungry ,with wide open minds
Youthful and open-minded people around
I'm open and hungry, but not for the same things
Open and hungry, but for different things
Not even Harvest, makes me join in
Not even the harvest season motivates participation
Humans flock together to build pavements of sounds
People unite to create sonic pathways
And to turn animals and plants into dung
Transforming life into waste, both fauna and flora
And spinning fresh threads in their webs of belief
Weaving new beliefs and discarding old ones
And sifting the ones that seem obsolete
Selecting beliefs deemed obsolete
Well you've been been to Tenerife, You say that it saved your soul
Reference to Tenerife as a soul-saving place
I'm going to Elevenerife. It should be somewhere down this road
Heading to Elevenerife in search of something
I'm looking for a secret riff, hidden in a freak resort
Quest for a special musical riff in an unusual place
Better than all other riffs it, an everlasting juggernaut
A superior and enduring musical motif
My brain's too tired ,I've got nothing to say
Fatigue and lack of inspiration
Too much freedom came my way
Excess freedom leading to apathy
Pray tell ,what hebrew sounds like to a bat
Wondering how Hebrew sounds to a bat
And how to reach from the second to the seventh fret
Technical guitar fretboard reference
I've noticed how lately, they all sound like frogs
Observing linguistic similarity to frogs
They hang out by the river in the morning fog
Frogs near a river in morning mist
With their slippery tongues and glimmering eyes
Describing the features of frogs
They glare at the fireflies, my oh my
Frogs observing fireflies with surprise
Well you've been been to Tenerife, You say that it saved your soul
Reference to Tenerife again
I'm going to Elevenerife. It should be somewhere down this road
Continuation of the journey to Elevenerife
I'm looking for a secret riff, hidden in a freak resort
Seeking a hidden musical riff in an unconventional place
better than all other riffs it, an everlasting juggernaut
Emphasizing the superiority of the discovered riff
The evergreen forest that once ruled this plateau
Regrowth of a once-dominant evergreen forest
Is again growing dense, since a week or so
The return of nature, possibly a metaphor
The hippies are crawling back into the womb
Hippies returning to a more primal state
As viagra warriors rise from their tombs
Viagra users reawakening, a metaphorical contrast
I'm torn 'tween the subtle riches of the void
Conflict between spiritual and individual pursuits
And the broken expressions of the individual soul
Weighing abstract riches against personal expressions
With no religion, or moral default,
Avoidance of organized religion or moral norms
It all boils down to some wacky sex cult
Reducing everything to unconventional sexual experiences
I'm looking discreetly for an old fashioned heart
Quiet search for a traditional, genuine heart
Polished by solitude under the stars.
A heart refined by solitude under the stars
But I'm probably too discreet, I just hide in my room
Being overly discreet and staying isolated
And it's gonna be hot, way too hot, round this valley soon
Anticipation of intense heat in the valley
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