Flags
The talk among the skeletons this morning,
'Aside from all the medicine and health,
if you could do it all again,
would you do it all the same?
Is there something that you’d tell your former self?'
There were those that wished they’d spun upon the jukebox.
There were pirates who had never seen the sea
but the one recurring theme,
the one recurring dream they had
was to be whatever they wanted to be.
‘To be Pyotr Tchaikovsky'1.
'To be free, and like everyone else'.
'There will be no flags to own me, no,
‘cause I just want to be myself'.
Juli, telephoning by a ouija,
‘Is there any advice that you could give
when you know you’re not like them?
Do you know La Varsovienne?2
I know that I am living, but can you show me how to live?’
And the Holy Roman Army
said, ‘Your heart beats like everyone else
but you don’t need no flags to tell you who you are
so say, ‘I just want to be myself''.
(Lalalala lalalala lalalala...)
(Lalalala lalalala lalalala...)
(Lalalala lalalala lalalala...)
(Lalalala lalalala lalalala...)
There’s an aura that surrounds thee.
There’s a different kind of wealth.
And I don’t need flags to know you’re really something
and I just love you for yourself.
Oh, I just love you for yourself!
(Lalalala lalalala lalalala...)
(Lalalala lalalala lalalala...)
(Lalalala lalalala lalalala...)
(Lalalala lalalala lalalala...)
