There She Goes my Beautiful World
The wintergreen, the juniperThe cornflower and the chicoryAll the words you said to meStill vibrating in the airThe elm, the ash and the linden treeThe dark and deep, enchanted seaThe trembling moon and the stars unfurledThere she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful worldThere she goes, my beautiful worldThere she goes, my beautiful worldThere she goes again
John Wilmot penned his poetryRiddled with the poxNabokov wrote on index cardsAt a lectern, in his socksSt. John of the Cross did his best stuffImprisoned in a boxAnd Johnny Thunders was half aliveWhen he wrote Chinese Rocks
Well, me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my earsMe, I'm lying here, with nothing in my earsMe, I'm lying here, for what seems yearsI'm just lying on my bed with nothing in my head
Send that stuff on down to meSend that stuff on down to meSend that stuff on down to meSend that stuff on down to me
There she goes, my beautiful worldThere she goes, my beautiful worldThere she goes, my beautiful worldThere she goes again
Karl Marx squeezed his carbunclesWhile writing Das KapitalAnd Gauguin, he buggered off, manAnd went all tropicalWhile Philip Larkin stuck it outIn a library in HullAnd Dylan Thomas died drunk inSt. Vincent's hospital
I will kneel at your feetI will lie at your doorI will rock you to sleepI will roll on the floorAnd I'll ask for nothingNothing in this lifeI'll ask for nothingGive me everlasting life
I just want to move the worldI just want to move the worldI just want to move the worldI just want to move
There she goes, my beautiful worldThere she goes, my beautiful worldThere she goes, my beautiful worldThere she goes again
So if you got a trumpet, get on your feetBrother, and blow itIf you've got a field, that don't yieldWell get up and hoe itI look at you and you look at me andDeep in our hearts know itThat you weren't much of a museBut then I weren't much of a poet
I will be your slave, I will peel you grapesUp on your pedestal with your ivory and apesWith your book of ideas with your alchemyO come on send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to meSend that stuff on down to meSend that stuff on down to meSend that stuff on down to meSend it all around the worldCause here she comes, my beautiful girl
There she goes, my beautiful worldThere she goes, my beautiful worldThere she goes, my beautiful worldThere she goes again