Three Surrealist Musicians Lyrics

A frog that plays the mandolin Sits by the pool where the people swim

Singing songs of hope and doubt As manta rays fly through the clouds

A flower grows there in her hand As sky charades with sea and sand

Elephants long-legged walk Through deserts full of melting clocks

Suddenly she turns to me

In a dream caused by the flight of bees

And right as I begin to wake

I hear the sound the silence makes

Everything is surreal

So real Everything is surreal

So real

Can't fake it

Can't take it

So real

The old guitarist plays his tune For weeping women in the listening room

The lovers with their face in sheets

Where the silent double secret creeps

The tulips start to sing along With the evening now they shall prolong

Everything is surreal

So real

Everything is surreal

So real

Can't fake it

Can't take it

So real

The largemouth bass with a bass guitar

Swims around from bar to bar

Picking runs and eating worms

Where the beer is cold and tequila burns

The kaleidoscope with the girly eyes

Taps her feet and acts surprised

Drinks the drinks and sings along Waits till he's done playing his song

What a strange, unusual, dreamlike feeling

Unearthly to the core

What a strange, unusual, dreamlike feeling

Unearthly to the core

What a strange, unusual, dreamlike feeling

Unearthly to the core

What a strange, unusual, dreamlike feeling

Unearthly to the core

What a strange, unusual, dreamlike feeling

Unearthly to the core

What a strange, unusual, dreamlike feeling

Unearthly to the core