Now you may have observed if you walk into a wall
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you get a certain sensation of reality
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when you take a look through your memory book
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you may perceive a certain rhythmic regularity
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the crazy things your mind gets up to when you're away
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throwing clouds of rain over brightest day
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there was once a little man
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he worked all day and slept all night
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he looked at the sun
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it didn't seem bright, it didn't seen right
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he wondered did the world go rolling along on its own
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or did some spirit move it with a black cat bone
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and he set out to find the causes behind
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the events in the world
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and the seasons of the mind
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so he asked his wife about it, and his wife said yes
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come back and see me if it's time to know less
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you do too much aquestioning of the world at large
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everybody knows the politician's in charge
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so he went to the Kinghouse just the next day
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to see that politician with his hair dyed grey
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jump down turn around blow you up or kiss the ground
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trying to be the president of the land so gay
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he had false pretendies, I had to love his style
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bound to make some havoc with that violin smile
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hey, Salvador Dali, make a walking talking something
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you paint some freaky pictures, make a likeness of that man
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muchos dollars if you can
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so the little man asked the politician who makes the plan
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who makes the plan, what happens to me
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and who has the key
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now you are asking me who makes the scene
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his highness King Gold and Madam Silver his queen
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they keep it all arustling with the dollars and pounds
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and everyone knows that money makes the world go round
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so the little man asked King Gold and Madam Silver
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come tell me what you can
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and King Gold said, lifting his golden voice from his golden bed
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now money is something, it's a basic flow
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and me I am the archetype of jewels and dough
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I do a lot of talking both slow and fast
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but me make decisions, no of course it's the past
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for the past is something, we all have some
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and universal history is a bundle of fun
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now I'm getting sleepy, starting to nod
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if you want to check the picture, want to check the picture
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want to check it, check it with God
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so the little man climbed up on a rickety ladder, to the heavenly lands
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and he shed a tear, 'it's all so queer and it doesn't seem clear'
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now God was sitting easy in a heavenly chair
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breathing deep and lazy on the heavenly air
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the little man got near him just to get right from wrong
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said 'God are you responsible for all that goes on'
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God looked up from having a heavenly think
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he gave that little questioner a heavenly wink, saying
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'men have coloured me with the colours of their minds
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so I find
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they used me as an excuse for all kinds of goofs
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and for crimes of all kinds
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all your so hard facts painted thinly on the void
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why were you not more pleasantly employed
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anything you want to do, I'm happy if you make it go right
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and it's true if it makes you happy you know it makes the
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world more bright
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and you shall have liberty
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it always was yours anyway
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you're one of my kind, you're an infinite mind
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you make each new day
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there's nothing more I can say'
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Puppet Song
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The Incredible String Band |