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letter from the sun
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there is nothing like a fireball. it is warm and glowing and can burn a man.
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Peak #192
Peak in subgenre #56
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willis fireball
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2006 willis fireball
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February 07, 2006
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MP3 8.9 MB 128 kbps 9:41
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Well, listen up, kids, for a minute or two, I got a funny little story to say to you. I had an interesting occurence, you see... You might be surprised who did it to me. This kinda thing doesn't happen to everyone: You see, I got a letter from the sun. "The sun? The sun can't write no letter." Well, that's what i thought, too. "He must be drunk." No... not right now anyway... On a recent february day, I was riding my bike down airport way. It was cold and getting dark outside, So I took a break from my little ride. Thought I'd shoot some pool and sit for a spell... A little confused, i remember well, I rode down by the Chena to the ol' Boatel, Underneath the northern lights, Johnny was tending bar that night, And i stayed there much too late... A simple twist of fate with a capital T... Long island iced tea... I drank one two three... Johnny Johnny Johnny I chased 'em with Silver Gulch pale ale. Started leafing through a pile of mail. Bill... bill... goddamn, another bill... I was starting to feel a little ill. Coupons for Little Caesar's Pizza, Congressional updates from Senator Lisa. "I am in Washington working for you." Aw, thanks, Lis I like you more than your dad, but... That's not saying much. I was about to head off on my way. Just one more envelope, sorta silver-grey. It was normal-looking, more or less, But the only words were my address and my name, "Fire Ball", it was quite specific. Everything else was one big heiroglyphic, No postmarks or stamps, just a strange-looking seal On what looked like paper but felt like steel. I was thinking, "What did you put in them drinks, Johnny?" I was thinking maybe another drink's just what I need. I opened the letter and started to read. It said, "Dear Mr. Ball, It's come to my attention You've been undergoing a sorta reinvention. With your hot pink suits and your fiery guitar I think you think you're some kinda flaming star. Now you and your little planet tend to go roundabout, But I'm telling you straight: You better cut it out. This solar system ain't big enough for the both of us... You remember what happened to Icarus? You wonder what I can do? Well, here's your answer: Go outside in the summer and I'll give you cancer. In winter, set foot near anything steep, I'll make it avalanche till you're a hundred feet deep. No hard feelings, but i ain't kidding, son. Knock it off, Hyperion." Hyperion? Is that that hippie girl from the Marlin? Some people just should not be allowed to name children... Well, thinking was hard with the all the gin and rum But i realized it was a letter from the sun! That big fusion ball that we orbit around Was feeling threatened that the Fireball had come to town. at the time it didn't seem so implausible... I knew I was riding a planet that was about 300,000 times less massive than the sun... and that I myself was very small compared to the size of the planet... even with all the weight i put on over the winter. Still, i thought, when people really GET the significance of "the coffee song" there'll be some serious energy released... e=mc2 I was speechless for a moment or two, Then, when i could speak, i ordered a few. Jesus! The Sun! This makes no sense at all. A big ol' star being worried about a little fireball. Sure, I got some dreams, but I know my place... I can barely heat my cabin, let alone outer space. I mean, I let my love light shine, yeah, but... nobody else even really noticed.. As a scientist, I appreciate every one of his rays, And it's he that measures out my seasons and days... Surely that's something he recognizes Didn't he hear my song "Three Sunrises"? One of my best songs. But it's a duet, so I don't get to play it much... Or maybe he's one of those folks that think it's called "Bump
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