Snocone Creator Songtext
von Fishboy

I was listening to the local station when a singer
He asked if we could try and shout a little louder
I craned up my neck yelled at the weather
It looked like the spring felt like the summer
I raced back inside to try out a flavor
Based on the song heard on the player
Placed down a block of ice on the shaver
Raise up the syrup, mix together
And poured the creation on the othеr
Find a name move on to another
Glancе out the window for my grandfather
Rinse and repeat the beat undercover
One hundred flavors. Seven hours
Though I am tired, it doesn′t matter
I am a creator, I am inspired
Forever and ever and ever and ever


And oh my God
I lost my train of thought
A snow cone thaws
It's here and then it′s not

If it's my job to man this stand
I will gladly spend my day
Creating cones for every song the radio plays
Oh I'm not graced with synesthesia
Just impatience to make great snow cones


My father made art like my grandfather
I′m trying real hard to get a little better
The way that I′ll start to get a little better
Is part and by part, little by little
By my calculation the combination of local station and inspiration
Will equal greatness if I am patient
Here are a few things that I created
The best I could do before it turned noon
A submarine tune banana pineapple
At three I believe I heard Sleepy Jean
In turn it lead me to coffee dreamsicle
But the cone of the day
Came from a tape
The DJ explained she bought it that day from a counter display
It was about grapefruit spoons
So I used grapefruit juice
And syrup infused with flowers my grandfather
Pulls the cup back from his mouth and says to me
Oh my God!
You don't have to try so hard
An awkward pause
You′re great the way you are
A flock of birds dock on the power lines a block away
We shut down the stand early
And watch the sunset fade
And toast our styrofoam to yet another brilliant day
Making snow cones, snow cones

I was listening to the local station when a singer
He asked if it would be much nicer to be older
Well I don't think things can get much nicer
And I′m old enough as is