Sour Cream Sky Songtext
von James Booth & The Return

The chef, he rose in the morning
With his head held high
In the sour cream sky
And a head full of visions and dreams

An enemy of governments warring
With an eagle′s eye
In the sour cream sky
And a lawn full of onions and greens

A rose in the ether
A coin in the meter
An egg in the beater
He's none of these things

A reluctant czarist
An abstract guitarist
A human thesaurus
He travels on wings


He wakes hard when there is snoring
His dreams they lie
In the sour cream sky
And he′s willing to see what they mean

An opposite of Michelorning
He asks the why
Of the sour cream sky
In a pair of acid-washed jeans

A blur in the motion
A doubt in your notion
A drop in the ocean
He's none of these things

Unusually ready
Disciple of Freddy
His burgers are heady
He travels on wings

Og, navE, oG