I see trees of green........ red roses too
I see 'em bloom..... for me and for you
And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue..... clouds of white
Bright blessed days....dark sacred nights
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.
The colours of a rainbow.....so pretty ...in the sky
Are also on the faces.....of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands.....sayin.. how do you do ?
They're really sayin......i love you.
I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow
They'll learn much more.....than I'll never know
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world
The colours of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky
Are there on the faces.....of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands.....sayin.. how do you do ?
They're really sayin... I ....love....you.
I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow
you know their gonna learn
A whole lot more than Ill never know
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself .......what a wonderful world.
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My perfect world would be hand written letters and payphones.
Old records and old cars.
Guys opening doors for girls and waiting for them to sit down before they sit down.
Waiting for them to start eating before they eat.
dudes wouldn't wear pants hanging off their ass and hats like big buckets with stickers still on them and dudes wouldn't wear Hercules sandals, either
dudes would wear suits, always.
always dressed up.
ever see old photos of basbeall games back in the day?
men had on suits, fedoras, cigars, ties and sparkling shoes
they weren't painting their chests with beer helmets
and eating nacho cheese dip off their gut like a table
women would dress very german
totalitarian, always
lots of long coats with buttons and everything very well-tailoured
think WW2 britain and germany
the world may've been a mess then but we had our fashion straight up and down.
we'd put driving gloves in our "glove comparments" not ketchup packets
There'd be no cell phones, no "social networking sites"
People would talk in person and make distant plans to meet
Old records and old cars.
Guys opening doors for girls and waiting for them to sit down before they sit down.
Waiting for them to start eating before they eat.
dudes wouldn't wear pants hanging off their ass and hats like big buckets with stickers still on them and dudes wouldn't wear Hercules sandals, either
dudes would wear suits, always.
always dressed up.
ever see old photos of basbeall games back in the day?
men had on suits, fedoras, cigars, ties and sparkling shoes
they weren't painting their chests with beer helmets
and eating nacho cheese dip off their gut like a table
women would dress very german
totalitarian, always
lots of long coats with buttons and everything very well-tailoured
think WW2 britain and germany
the world may've been a mess then but we had our fashion straight up and down.
we'd put driving gloves in our "glove comparments" not ketchup packets
There'd be no cell phones, no "social networking sites"
People would talk in person and make distant plans to meet
They'd send postcards to each other saying "meet me here in 3 weeks at 4 o'clock"
and they'd be there, 3 weeks later, at 4 o'clock waiting
and they'd be there, 3 weeks later, at 4 o'clock waiting
Conversation and white wine would flow the same
endlessly getting better the longer it carries on
deeper and deeper like a spiral staircase
the nights would fade into days into nights
the nights would fade into days into nights
it would always be fall, cool crisp wind
There'd be dogs everywhere
There'd be dogs everywhere
under the covers, in the yard, in the house, on the porch
digging and play-fighting
digging and play-fighting
We could live and love with reckless abandon
We could assume eternal supply and it would be there for us
We could live like kids forever
Carefree
unchained hearts
no tragedy
We could live like kids forever
Carefree
unchained hearts
no tragedy
No death, no taxes, no bills, no bullshit
Just love and art and impulsiveness and spontaneity
and long drives with the windows down
and long drives with the windows down
and books and books and books and books and books
and music, always, constantly
silence only in our heads when we sleep
darkness only in our heads when we close our eyes
when we wake, there's music
rock, folk, soul, doo wop, garage, blues, classical, punk, dance, rap,
news on the AM radio
little kids learning to play the piano
everything
and music, always, constantly
silence only in our heads when we sleep
darkness only in our heads when we close our eyes
when we wake, there's music
rock, folk, soul, doo wop, garage, blues, classical, punk, dance, rap,
news on the AM radio
little kids learning to play the piano
everything
and everything would taste Mediterranean
and smell like old cobblestones just before a storm
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and smell like old cobblestones just before a storm
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fans buying hot dogs outside Ebbets Field
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