Major Parkinson - Baseball lyrics

Carry the weight of the world in your hand, what a feeling Defying gravity with murmurs of the make-belief The showroom glissades in the penny arcade I was kneeling You played the base, I played the ball I was the hunchback on your side You married the mildew and gossamer under the skylight You painted Japanese autumn fire maple trees and kites Riparian meadows consumed by the d**h of a canvas Now all the memories are coming back to life again Back from the dead, the crowd is waiting in anticipation Circus, bread and Bucky Harris on the television Ducks on the pond, and Mrs. Truman with a black umbrella And with a crack of the bat comes the main attraction: Ayn Rand, Peter Pan and the ghost of Tully Sparks! Deadpan, hidden hand - the pose of Karl Marx Bra** band plays a Star Strangled Banner in reverse Batter up! it's baseball! Paralyzed with joy, marching up the manor marble steps You can see the gleaming pantaloons on the frosted wedding cake anchored to your mind "the party's over, everyone's leaving!" See the jives and fisticuffs Men and girls who came and went like moths Harvesting your dreams of jitterbug flappers As the penguin in the pit pushes you around 1, 'u-xx_large_top_margin': There's a choir in your mind that can tell you anything But you can't always hear the voice that is worth remembering Time is running out! There must be some kind of way out of here I traced the intersections everywhere And in a time exposure I was shown a hidden message in the cobblestone And then I woke up in a fevered hypertension To a silent movie on imperial expansion I put my head inside a padded leather glove just like a baseball They picked a bullet from his mutilated shoulder The son of Sisyphus, the pusher of the boulder Stitched him together with a needle and a twine Just like a baseball I got his baseball! You breathe the fragrance of your purple cigarettes Stumbling through the ballroom of the blind A tapestry of rocketships under salamander skies Silhouettes of dinosaurs and cogwheels Carry the weight of the world in your hand, what a feeling! Now all the memories are coming back to life again The crepuscular rays and the penny arcades and the kneeling You were a domino collapsing like a highrise to the ground Oh, what a night! Can you feel the music? Puerto Rican boys are dancing in the hall Hey Chardonnay, lilac of the seasick! I'm gonna take you from the brim to the dregs Month of May, picnic with my best friends A splendid tonic for my violent delirium There's Hemingway! My resident physician Batter up! I'm gonna take you to the moon! It's baseball!