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• Artiste: David Roth
• Titre: Morning Person
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I am not a morning person, for one reason or another Even if I've got my six or eight I still like to lay in bed Just a little longer, after waking up I like to stretch And know that I can stay there if I want to But today we woke up early We heard something outside Put on robes and big down booties And went toppling down the stairs It was foggy, thick like cotton candy Streets deserted, parking places All around the startling thunderous piercing sounds Of nothing All shut down and put away, it's a holiday We're right here in the city on our front porch And all we hear are birds today I am not a rural person I grew up on sidewalks and driveways And later on in life I lived In many urban areas It's not that I'm crazy about traffic jams or overcrowding Or stress or noise or lines or locking cars or voice mail I just like to feel the pulse, to know that I can have some Even if I rarely grab some I still like to know I can So we jumped in the car still wearing our pajamas Drove down to where the land ends And where more birds begin There were pigeons, ducks and crows and seagulls Vying for cold white bread crumbs Doing all their dances, raising heaven In different voices It was strange and beautiful, crisp lettuce air And somehow peaceful We just sat there in the car, and finally I even turned the engine off And there it was again, that noise. Of nothing, nil but nature It was big and wide, and slow and clear And all around and shh The little voice inside my head was vying for brain bread crumbs But sometimes you have to lose your mind To come to your senses I am not a morning person I'm a nighthawk, busy flying But I do enjoy the morning If I should happen to wobble into it And if you put me in the country Just don't tell me we're in the middle of nowhere Say we're on the outskirts of everywhere And I'll be fine And if it's dark, tell me to look up at the sky That the stars are the campfires of our ancestors And remind me, don't just do something Sit there