Addle Brains - Augie March

作词：Glenn Richards

作曲：Glenn Richards

A Tuesday night in Winter

Holed up in the city of ravens

The owls in the hills hoo-hooing

And eyeing off the field mice down in the cold grey centre

Addle Brains lining up with the dead for the soup spoon

Addle Brains and the legions of the passed for the bread bag

Ladle the soup pass the rolls

Addle Brains and the many not here and loose souls

One might fly off to the blank heavens and the lead high halls

O the hungry sky aches for blokes without folks

And bulges with the bearers of palls

Addle Brains would drink for four days and no eats

And sleep in the glens of botanical parks

And on the humped bus shelter seats

Where it＇s cold where it＇s cold

One morning I woke up in a room in the nation＇s heart

And couldn＇t think for the life of me what I was doing

Or where to start

Or what rehearsal was required

I was so sad and tired

What does a bird want with money

Was he made this way

Do you have to earn the right to find all of this funny

Nothing＇s funny today

Addle Brains mixes his powders with his fateful blues

And the wide-eyed bubs of the Parliament couldn＇t give a hoot or even two

All it takes it takes is a kind look and a word a word

Some pretty eyes and skin

From your fine family you were given to win

And spill it over into the basin of common sin

Just a drop a drop of the stuff that makes us kin

Addle Brains perching way out on a limb

Addle Brains perching way out on a limb

What does a bird want with money

Was he made this way

Do you have to earn the right to find all of this funny

Nothing＇s funny today

Addle Brains mixes his powders with his fateful blues

And the wide-eyed bubs of the Parliament couldn＇t give a hoot or even two

And the wide-eyed bubs of the Parliament couldn＇t give a hoot or even two