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He pins them to the trees on the canals Missives to the daydreamer's cabal Who stroll and scroll, their eyes up the skies Yeah, feeding all five senses through their eyes The scrivenings of misgiving and truth Poesy like trophies to a misspent youth Fractured syntax fluttering like leaves A man just trying live up off his knees Go! DRB Hudson DRB Hudson Oh, leitmotifs for solitary types Comfort needn't always come in rhyme Oh, lovely useless things his mother told Will keep us pushing tilde until we're old The poets get to go inside our blood And try and pry our synapses through mud The cluttering concern of waking hours Washed away by falling upwards in sun showers Go! DRB Hudson (A life less accustomed) DRB Hudson SongtexteIf you listen just enough There's nothing in between Emotions, actions, just distractions Life is but a dream, oh De-dum, de-dum, de-dum, de—alright Oh, lovely useless things his mother told Will keep us pushing tilde until we're old Go on, DRB DRB Hudson (A life less accustomed) DRB Hudson ('Cause words, you can trust 'em) DRB Hudson (A life less accustomed) DRB Hudson ('Cause words, you can trust 'em) Alright Aus Songtexte Mania