LYRICS
With that look
You’d think you’d spook
On a hook
You’re a prehistoric dish
For a post-modern fish
Can you imagine this:
Swimming around
Submerged in a lake
What nature serves
Is grateful intake
Fly, dragonfly, fly
Fly, fly, fly
You’re about to die
In case you missed it
Survival of the fit
With that look
Who’d think you’d cook
Off the hook
Homo sapien’s dish
Is the postmortem fish
Can you imagine this?
I sure can
From frying pan
Into man
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: Alternative Rock / Folk
Chords: D G C D / D-d D A7
Recording: live / original take / digital 1-track stereo
Written and recorded at Lake Wynonah, Pennsylvania after watching a dragonfly moult, emerge and fly away.
Vocals, Guitar
From the album Overflow