What do you see when you look in the mirror,
A devilish friend or a debt-collector?
Talk to me
I've taken my soul on a roller-coaster over the sea
Hung it out to dry on a weathervane
The weatherman says I must be insane
Took him by surprise when I pulled a raincloud out the sky
And I
Summer stood me up and winter pulled me
Down to the ground where I saw a sad old clown
In my clothes
Cigarette hold on a choke-down throat, oh no
I've been sold
Indoor snow from a toothless comb
Woke up in a body that I didn't know
Clawing at my bones, getting on the phone to Interpol
La la la
I've gotta take it for some time
I seem to find a cage around my mind
Before you disappear and I'm still stuck in time
Heavy human disguise for a martian mind
Shaking off the shackles of this warm-blooded chemistry
Better shake hands with the cold chrome-fingered God of the century
Shapeshifter, your eyes to the floor
Crawling under the crack in the door
You caught me thinking we'd be waiting eighteen years or more
More
I've gotta take it for some time
I seem to find a cage around my mind
Before you disappear and I'm still stuck in time
Beautiful, serene, ethereal, uplifting, charming, magical, thoughtful, delicate and powerful. Benny Jones's latest offering is a progressive folk triumph. Legs On Wheels