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“The Thinking Man's Party Band...one of the best violinists I've ever seen."
Victor Bonderoff - The Vancouver Sun

     

Sung To Sleep


Bangle jangle gypsy moth is
tattering my freedom cloth and
ragamuffins wrestle in my face

 

How I’d love to tug your locks and
flattering my favorite rocks
you move me in thousand different ways 

 

I had a fantasy,
where you sing me to sleep
There ain’t no falsetto in the words you weave
I had a flying dream
I hovered in your scream
Don’t need no vibrato
when you got me sung to sleep


I was sung to sleep

Winter skin and eyes of wonder
cartwheeling into thunder
riding on a midway of mirage

 

Wrapping words around my tongue your
sleepwalking while I run to
meet you in a musical collage

 

CHORUS

 

Though I know I cannot have you,
maybe I can la la grab you,
maybe I can na na knaw you to
So na na na na na na na na . . .