There's gonna come a day when you'll feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
It helps to have friends in low places (and sometimes be the friend in the low place), and you walk away at the end of the day with a new set of keys tucked into your pocket and a great sense of self-satisfaction in your breast. In fact, you're in such a good mood that it carries over to the next day, when, whistling a filthy ditty, you merrily take up the task of welcoming the children home.
You're an artist as well as a scoundrel, and you settle into your task with the gusto of someone who both gives far too many and critically zero fucks. Through sweet talking and promises you get a local seamstress to swiftly sew all the pieces of fabric together into a massive, hodge-podge sail of different colors, textures, and shapes. Then you paint your message upon it, the large lettering flourished and embellished with a collection of tasteful phallus motifs, some assery, and so forth. Bordering the words on the upper right corner is a beautifully painted octopus in shades of orange and red and black; on the lower left a pod of bone whales swim through the depths.
And the content itself? Well, when you step back with a satisfied smirk, the massive and overdone banner reads:
Welcome home, boys!
Tō tero! Tō raho! Tō teke!
You're an artist as well as a scoundrel, and you settle into your task with the gusto of someone who both gives far too many and critically zero fucks. Through sweet talking and promises you get a local seamstress to swiftly sew all the pieces of fabric together into a massive, hodge-podge sail of different colors, textures, and shapes. Then you paint your message upon it, the large lettering flourished and embellished with a collection of tasteful phallus motifs, some assery, and so forth. Bordering the words on the upper right corner is a beautifully painted octopus in shades of orange and red and black; on the lower left a pod of bone whales swim through the depths.
And the content itself? Well, when you step back with a satisfied smirk, the massive and overdone banner reads:
Tō tero! Tō raho! Tō teke!
And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
zephyr
