New Picnic Time, 1979

The Fabulous Sequel (Have Shoes Will Walk).
Hey, it's me again!
Hey!
It's ME again.
H e W a l k e d A g a i n.
Hey!
H e W a l k e d A g a i n.
HEY!
He had it on the run.
Run, run, run!

He hummed & hummed a zombie tune -
He whistled in the dark.
He hummed & hummed a zombie tune -
Whistled in the dark.
Put out the cat; put out the fire,
PUT OUT THE CAT.
Put out the cat; put out the fire,
PUT OUT THE CAT.
He had it on the run.
Run, run, run!

It was a dream; it was a tin can.
It was a dream.
It was a dream; it was a tin can.
It was a dream.
Had he kick, kicked that dream,
kicked that dream down the street?
He had it on the run.
Run, run, run!

(The rocks; he had it on the rocks!)

Abandoned.
I've been abandoned!
Put out the WHAT?
My life depends on this.
My life depends on this?
My life depends on THIS?!
Wave bye-bye.
Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas.
© 1979 EMI Music (ROW),
Bug Music (US/Can).
Lyrics by David Thomas.

49 Guitars & One Girl.
It was the sound he heard.
It was a funny thing to feel.
It was the sound he heard.
It was a funny, funny thing to feel.
Bubbles!
Bubbles of air.
Sinking down fast.
I must have been looney.

It was the sound he heard.
What a funny thing to feel!
It was the sound he heard.
What a funny, funny thing to feel!
Yellow walls.
Dishes!
Dishes!
Dishes!
All for love of you.
I must have been looney.

It was the sound he heard.
What a funny thing to feel!
He had to talk about -
He had to talk about that funny thing.
Don't panic.
Don't! Don't panic.
Here it comes.
Water.
Water is the sound he heard.
Water.
Water is the sound.

Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas.
© 1979 EMI Music (ROW),
Bug Music (US/Can).
Lyrics by David Thomas.

A Small Dark Cloud.
There's a fly in the ointment.
It's a speck of a fly,
but a fly nonetheless.
There's a fly in the ointment,
It's a speck of a fly,
but a fly nonetheless.
It's a picnic!
Dark cloud.
Fly in the ointment.
It's a picnic!
Put out the cloth on the ant hill.
It's a picnic!
Dark cloud.
Fly in the ointment.
What?

I see confusion -
It's a picnic!
I see confusion -
It's a picnic!

We'll sit around,
and sit around,
and wait.
Picnic time!
It's a picnic!
Don't rock the boat!

We'll sit around,
and sit around,
and wait.
Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas.
© 1979 EMI Music (ROW),
Bug Music (US/Can).
Lyrics by David Thomas.

Small Was Fast.
I waited for you.
I waited, I waited,
I waited for you.

Was small, was fast.
Was small.
Was fast.
And I waited for you.
I waited years.

Notice the house.
Notice the landscape.
Hot!
The day was hot.
The sun went down.
The air closed in.
I got sleepy.
I was sleepy,
and I waited.
I waited.
I waited for you.
Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas.
© 1979 EMI Music (ROW),
Bug Music (US/Can).
Lyrics by David Thomas.

All The Dogs Are Barking.
Y'gotta have happiness.
Y'gotta have home.
Y'gotta have heart.
Y'gotta have hands.
Y'gotta have horns.
Y'gotta have hope.
Y'gotta have happiness.
Y'gotta have -
"Help!"

Today?
Today, I drank beer,
boiled water,
made a face,
showed no idea.
And I had a good time.
I had a real good time.
Then one time...
I
thought
of
you.
Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas.
© 1979 EMI Music (ROW),
Bug Music (US/Can).
Lyrics by David Thomas.

One Less Worry.
What me worry?
"What?!"
Nothing.

So thinking back to the past,
I was looking back,
and I was looking over things.
Pretty bleak!
I was looking over things,
just wandering back there -
down there,
now here.
There.
No, there!
Now here.
Here!
STOP.

Okay.
Well, how's it look?
Uh, not too good.
Okay, let's try another one.
Let's go back over here.
No, up a bit.
Over to the left.
Up two.
That one!
Yeah, this is okay.
This one is okay!
This one is alright!
This one is O-K!!
"David!"
WHAT!

Oh no, I don't think about it any more.

What are they gonna say when they hear me?
What are they gonna say?

"David!"
Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas.
© 1979 EMI Music (ROW),
Bug Music (US/Can).
Lyrics by David Thomas.

Make Hay.
Why is it so hard?
I try, and I try,
and I try,
and it's so hard.
Why is it so hard?
Make hay while the sun shines,
make hay while it shines.
See where the time goes.
See how it slips away.

I put its little coat on,
and tie its shoes,
and send it out the door, off to school.
I send it on its merry way to you.
Whooosh! My heart goes out to you.
Buup Buup-buup buup!
My heart goes out to you.
Does it seem strange?
Mark this day,
mark this day well.
See where the time goes.
See how it slips away.

Tomorrow,
tomorrow is another day.
Tomorrow,
tomorrow's another day.
(God willing another day.)
I'll get up early,
and I'll wake you up.
I live in hope.
I live in hope,
Live in hope, too.
Make hay while the sun shines,
make hay while it shines.
See where the time goes.
See how it slips away.
Mark this day.
Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas.
© 1979 EMI Music (ROW),
Bug Music (US/Can).
Lyrics by David Thomas.

Goodbye.
This doesn't seem to be a very happy person.
This says, pain.
Cigarette smoke.
This says, pain.

This doesn't seem to be a very happy person.
This says, pain.
This says...
Shuffle.

Stop striving.
Stop,
stop striving.
Useless.
Give up.
Come home.
This says, goodbye.

Up!
Throw it all up in the air.
Crash!
Psshhh!
Bang-bang,
Bang!
Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas.
© 1979 EMI Music (ROW),
Bug Music (US/Can).
Lyrics by David Thomas.

The Voice Of The Sand.
This is the voice of sand,
the sailors understand.
There is far more sea than sand.
There is far more sea than land.
Yo-ho.
Yo.
Ho.
Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas.
Words from a poem by Vachel Lindsay.
© 1979 EMI Music (ROW),
Bug Music (US/Can).

Hand A Face A Feeling.
No shouting,
let there be no confusion on this point.
I'd say that these are the best of times.

A hand,
A face,
A feeling -
I'm ready to face the world.
Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas.
© 1979 EMI Music (ROW),
Bug Music (US/Can).
Lyrics by David Thomas.

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