Mr. Prism

(álbum: SHYGA! The Sunlight Mound - 2021)

New Year, yellow
Pneumonia gallows
New Year, yellow
Pneumonia gallows
New Year, yellow
Pneumonia gallows
New Year, yellow
Pneumonia gallows

Spent the year fairly well, had my ups and downs
New year comes, no more lungs, doctor says I'm done
He tells me that I should probably quit smoking
Eighty bucks to hear that professional opinion
Rectangular pills prescribed
Thank you, Alexander Fleming
Now a pharmacist can sign my days off work
A century ago, I'd have died, now I'm kicking

New Year, yellow
Pneumonia gallows
New Year, yellow
Pneumonia gallows
New Year, yellow
Pneumonia gallows
New Year, yellow
Pneumonia gallows

Flight number 44, finally got home
Changed my room, kept the same view, just a different window
Packed the bag to subdivide my twenty-twenty dreams
It's wonderful how comfortable a lazy life can be

Welcome, morning, I love what you've worn
I like the simple colours and watching the trees yawn
Vote a simple Sunday for seven week days
Pull up a sandy seat and watch the world resonate
No need for final wishes on my bucket list
It's pretty low on items and nothing's complete
Just let it all lull slowly and end when it wants
No need for thinking, no need for anything at all

Nobody fears the nose beers
I said, nobody fears the nose beers
I said, nobody fears the nose beers
I said, nobody fears the nose beers