Art Radio from Dr. Yourself by Lunar Sundrops

[verse]
Wagging a sore finger will get you stung
Green eyes will lust for all of those among
Worlds of the beginning and the after
Locked out, cast away, the people they pilfer
Where do 9am departures encounter?
At the long-winded end of a dinner platter
The hogs released, greased clad with muddy water
Where are they now? Washed down with OJ and buttermilk
Pancakes and a sunny-side up smiling yolk to embrace

[chorus]
What a breakfast for a king
Served with her majesty
Complacency and intrigue
My obsession with the number 3

[bridge]
Perched in a heated nest, listening to colors portray
Thousands of words sewn into landscapes that whisper
Where do brush strokes grow stale? You can hear red lose his temper
Put on that radio wave, some swirly static flurry...

[chorus]

• Alternative
• Progressive Indie Rock
• Oxford