Il testo della Tiger the lion

This is tiger the lion, gimme the knuckles of frisco
If theres danger in the language, gentlemen
I suggest no further use of the two-way radio

John cage had come to feel that art in our time
Was far less important than our daily lives
To which so manyd become more or less inclined
The purpose of its not unique
Not to build masterpieces for a delectative elite
But simply to wake to your life

Youll be serving the song
When you find out, you wont change
Serving the song, walking the range

John cage had come to feel art in our time
Was much less important than our daily life
If theres a perpetual plan for discovery days
Where everyone can take part in what he called 'purposeless play'

And theres a sign of life in this play
Not to get order from chaos
Tell you how to create
But simply to wake to your life

Youll be serving the song
When we find out, you wont change
Serving the song, bombing the range

This is tiger the lion, get me into the pillows
If youre painted by radar, gentlemen
Therell be no further use of the two-way radio