Michael Jerling
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The Flying Lawn Chair
c2000 by Michael JerlingFrom the album Little Movies
The Flying Lawn Chair © 2000 Michael Jerling A child’s red balloon A note tied to a string That he sent heaven bound But no one answered back And he swore when he grew up He would fly away himself In the dream he’s always rising He is floating like a dove In the company of eagles In the blue above Forty-three weather balloons Tied to a lawn chair bought from Sears He made his grand ascent From his mother’s small backyard Soon he could see the blue Pacific And the brown San Gabriels (Chorus) At 16,000 feet The air is thin and cold So he popped a few balloons With his pellet gun ‘Til he scraped across the rooftops To a soft suburban lawn (Chorus) Another nut from California All the Eastern papers said And he had to pay a fine To the FAA But you won’t find a dreamer’s price On any bottom line (Chorus) Well, we all love happy endings Perhaps somewhere in time he found one But the years would use him hard And leave him all alone A note clutched in his hand And a bullet through his heart (Chorus) A child’s red balloon A note tied to a string That he sent heaven bound Michael Jerling - 6 string and high-strung guitar, keyboard, vocal Tony Markellis - acoustic bass
