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​Little Nemo

This song is by Grant Hart and appears on the album Good News For Modern Man (1999).

With these two legs I can fly
Crooked lines in a concrete sky
And as I stroll the dirt under my soles
Rises up as I pass by

I forget about distance
I forget about time
The path is all that I know
Some people they drive
But all they do is arrive
I don't convey myself so

The dead don't walk and the dead don't work
And the dead they don't complain
The nicest things are said about them
And they don't feel any pain

They have no opinions
They have no advice
They got so little to give
And it's a sad fact
How badly they interact
That's not how I want to live

What about your birthright
What about your name
What good are they to you now
Well, they've taken your gift
And what have they left you with
It seems so empty somehow

It's so cold to be using gold
As a measure of a man
Fools will smile at the size of their pile
Well, it might as well be sand

The bullion you stash
The life you convert to cash
It seems insipid somehow
You spend all your time
Another nickel, another dime
What good are they to you now

Well, dream another flying dream
Dream another dream of flight
Open up your arms and sail
Sail into the starry night

But can't you see
You've wasted your energy
On something that isn't real
The ringing will last
But the bells have all been re-cast
Is that the way that you feel

With these two legs I can fly
Crooked lines in a concrete sky
As I stroll the dirt under my soul
Rises up as I pass by

Lyrics by:

Grant Hart