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Jockimo Brown - A Sky Thing Lyrics



Jockimo Brown - A Sky Thing Lyrics




Sky so blue there's almost no clouds in the sky

I'm travelling on my way to a gig
We all just sat in the car, going from our comfortable home in Greenwich
New York to pick up our saxophone player who lives in Clifton Park

I'm in a car surrounded by three other of my bandmates
They're all listening to headphones leaving me in isolation
I'm driving, taking note of the scenery around me
Which does not cease to captivate my imagination
Currently I take note of a farm that had Christmas lights wrapped around the tree
I could tell it even though I'm in the middle of daytime
That it looks like a comfy thing when they're all lit up
I'm wearing my glasses today so I can see extra nicely
Look at the trees that are warping, wilting

Sky so blue there's almost no clouds in the sky

Coming into traffic
Now as I follow along more swampy farmland
I guess it seems as though I'l be coming to the Stillwater bridge
Probably crossing the river
Oh man, look at that sky so blue there's almost no clouds in the sky

It's the sound of Bob Dylan
Chris i quite the follower
There's some nice fencing over to my left, along with some very moundy hills
It looks as though if you had a mountain bike
A nice romp over those hills would fill up an afternoon with enjoyment

Fill up an afternoon with enjoyment, there's almost no clouds in the sky
Fill up, fill up
Sky so blue there's almost no clouds in the sky with enjoyment

Oh there's some hay in this field bundled up
Which reminds me of a story I have I can share with you now
There was a time in my adolescence I was looking for colleges
And I was travelling with my father between Oswego, New York and Canton
New York to look at the colleges of Oswego and uh Potsdam, maybe
Anyway there's a whole bunch of barren
And it got rather repetitive after a while
But there's a lot of hay and it became a joke that me
And my dad would go and we would point at the hay and go
"Hey... hay!" And then you point at the hay as if to be like hey
I'm grabbing your attention but you're really just pointing out hay at the same time
Really funny, really funny
Try it out on your friends

Sky so blue there's almost no clouds in the sky
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Sky so blue there's almost no clouds in the sky

I'm travelling on my way to a gig
We all just sat in the car, going from our comfortable home in Greenwich
New York to pick up our saxophone player who lives in Clifton Park

I'm in a car surrounded by three other of my bandmates
They're all listening to headphones leaving me in isolation
I'm driving, taking note of the scenery around me
Which does not cease to captivate my imagination
Currently I take note of a farm that had Christmas lights wrapped around the tree
I could tell it even though I'm in the middle of daytime
That it looks like a comfy thing when they're all lit up
I'm wearing my glasses today so I can see extra nicely
Look at the trees that are warping, wilting

Sky so blue there's almost no clouds in the sky

Coming into traffic
Now as I follow along more swampy farmland
I guess it seems as though I'l be coming to the Stillwater bridge
Probably crossing the river
Oh man, look at that sky so blue there's almost no clouds in the sky

It's the sound of Bob Dylan
Chris i quite the follower
There's some nice fencing over to my left, along with some very moundy hills
It looks as though if you had a mountain bike
A nice romp over those hills would fill up an afternoon with enjoyment

Fill up an afternoon with enjoyment, there's almost no clouds in the sky
Fill up, fill up
Sky so blue there's almost no clouds in the sky with enjoyment

Oh there's some hay in this field bundled up
Which reminds me of a story I have I can share with you now
There was a time in my adolescence I was looking for colleges
And I was travelling with my father between Oswego, New York and Canton
New York to look at the colleges of Oswego and uh Potsdam, maybe
Anyway there's a whole bunch of barren
And it got rather repetitive after a while
But there's a lot of hay and it became a joke that me
And my dad would go and we would point at the hay and go
"Hey... hay!" And then you point at the hay as if to be like hey
I'm grabbing your attention but you're really just pointing out hay at the same time
Really funny, really funny
Try it out on your friends

Sky so blue there's almost no clouds in the sky
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Writer: Karl Bertrand
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Jockimo Brown - A Sky Thing Video
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Performed By: Jockimo Brown
Length: 6:44
Written by: Karl Bertrand

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