Garcon Number Two

Garcon number two, garcon number two,
Our branches went withered as August winds blew.
I can't get it wrong; all life is a song,
Illusion and song, garcon number two.

Well, this is the table, the whiskey and ice;
The board went antique, the drink simply dried.
Next door, in glass, all of my friends are displayed mummified.
I thought I had left for a cigarette box; so brilliant nice.

I went for a walk by Rue Champollion,
Cut through Camden Lock to Saint-Petersburg.
I left elevated but lost all my burn;
Yay, still better luck than be merely gone.

So, garcon number two, garcon number two,
The mind briefly shines, then it goes askew.
Remembrance is false, my friend, the present is true,
But dream all along, garcon number two.

The chime of church bells flows as holiest oil,
Oh wake up my soul, stand up and pray; why hurry a lot?
It's quiet inside, The Beatles enshrined, incense or pot,
No matter to me, but to help you
rise from the soil.

So, garcon number two, garcon number two,
The graveyard is desolate, here're our names under oak and yew.
I could not get it wrong; all life is a song,
Illusion and song, garcon number two.
If that's all the lore, what are you waiting for, garcon number two?


Original: www.planetaquarium.com/discography/songs/garson_2800.html
Original/video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyGK4pW8C7c