From the recording Yet To Be Named
Multi-Colored Van is a prediction of future developments to come on the road.
Lyrics
I rounded up the band<br />
to get lost in endless scenery <br />
we felt our tempers parched<br />
like the art of pick up flattery <br />
but peace is hard to eat when your traveling by a multi-colored van<br />
we found the country bare like new walls of urban symmetry <br />
and though we all were there I retreat behind it’s imagery <br />
for silence is sublime when there’s nothing else left to be said<br />
<br />
we’re probably three or four young and often underestimated <br />
eyed upon the door <br />
soon to be among the orchestrated <br />
never have I been so intrigued by the upcoming nights<br />
our days are long, and filled with talk of ecstasy<br />
right or wrong we’ll push on towards the center piece<br />
all we’ve got is a will and our one last command <br />
hold on to the back or let us go / let us go<br />
<br />
love is but a noun, linked with people, places things we’ve seen <br />
a head above crowd, whose coming down as quite a gathering<br />
though never are we home sleep is comfortable on most of our nights <br />
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music has repealed all that dwells within pecuniary <br />
the fear that we replaced accentuates the joyous tune your wearing<br />
aware is in the air, making toys of our warm silhouettes<br />
our days are long, and filled with talk of ecstasy<br />
right or wrong we’ll push on towards the center piece<br />
all we’ve got is a will and our one last command <br />
hold on to the back or let us go / let us go