Creamy Pumpkins Songtext

von Ivor Cutler

Creamy pumpkins
When the land tilts
Run north
Leave the family
You are the important one
The dreamer
The world needs its dreamers
Heads like creamy pumpkins
Quiet skin
Eyes that swivel round like smoke
Like turquoise
Like bulby grapes
Seeing
Where others face an empty flat wall
The land tilted and I ran south
For not only did the land tilt the other way
But no one tells me what to do
I ran through snakes in the mud
Boiling heaps of string screaming like a million boiling kettles
And reached a woman kneeling on a bush in her nightie
Terrified
I leapt up beside her
But only for a moment
For she was beside herself
And there was no room