A little dreamy track I conjured up a few nights ago...
Folk, Folk-Rock, Dylan, Singer-Songwriter, 60's, Revolution, Beatnik, Protest, Acoustic, F*ck, The Real F*cking Deal Man.
Lyrics
There's 6 red balloons,
And a cloud stained sky,
And any time now,
They're bound to collide,
Leaving me a memory,
A losing dream not meant to be,
But don't you pay that any mind,
I guess its love, but just a different kind,
And I’ll paint me a rainbow,
Draped in blue,
Colored for the things we'll never do,
And maybe somewhere a willowing smile,
Will glance up and notice, passing by,
6 red balloons along a cloudy sky,
But don't you pay that any mind,
I guess its love, but just a different kind,
And when laid to rest I’ll watch for them,
From 'neith the flowers blooming white,
And I'll think of the summer,
And your bellowing kite,
Left floating a breeze, and passing by,
6 red balloons along a cloudy sky,
But don't you pay that any mind,
I guess its love, but just a different kind,
Oh yes its love, but never mind…
