LYRICS

April sun...shines on me, 

And the cherry tree. 

The cherry tree...blooms in the spring, 

Makes me wanna sing...(refrain).  

The cherry blossom...all pink and white, 

Pushing back the night.

But you turn around...and it's gone,

Like a song...(refrain).  

My cherry blossom...I hope you are well. 

Once you were mine as far as I could tell. 

The flowers fall...but the tree lives on, 

Like your memory in this song (refrain).

I am a work of art...sitting on your shelf. 

Admired from afar for my beauty and my history. 

Do not touch me... 

Do not kiss me... 

Do not even wish me good health. 

For I, for I, am a work of art, sitting on your shelf.  

Walk along the esplanade...breath estuary air. 

Come in from the cold, run fingers through your hair. 

Alone through the night, while you keep good company. 

Pleasures of the flesh, decay your destiny. 

So do not touch me 

Do not kiss me... 

Do not even wish me good health. 

For I, for I, am a work of art, sitting on your shelf.  

Good night, baby. 

Forgive me for my desire, as if that's what am to you. 

Leave me here on the shelf, as if that's all I need to do. 

Bring to me your offering and lay it at my feet. 

Bring to me your everything...or bring me nothing and let me sleep... 

Good night, baby.  

Once upon a potter's wheel, created from clay. 

I can be anything you want...just never turn away. 

Never turn away. 

For I, for I, am a work of art, sitting on your shelf. 

Good night, baby.

I am the full forward, kick a footy to me. 

Don't give to the rover...kick it to the rock star. 

Torpedo to the goal square where I will be waiting. 

I am the high flier and I take the screamer: You Beauty!!!  

Step back to the fifty and I take my sweet time. 

The final siren...if I kick it we win it! 

Looking for a drop punt...no need for banana. 

I hit in the sweet spot on its way...to Nirvana.  

(I am the Full Forward)  

Right between the big sticks, umpire give me two fingers. 

Listen to the crowd roar..."He is the full forward!" (C'est moi) 

I tell the interviewer..."This is a team effort." 

Be we all know: I am the full forward.  

(I am the full forward)  

Doug Wade...Peter Hudson...Lance (Buddy) Franklin...Tom Hawkins...Ron Barassi.  

(I am the full forward) 

Well it's the saddest, most beautiful thing I ever made. 

Why must it be about you and me. 

What if the joy of creation is just not worth the pain of delivery?  

Chorus: 

What if I never sent that letter? 

What if I never crossed that line? 

I should've known better, gone to bed sooner, 

And put away that fine red wine.  

Well you said: "Not to worry...only time unwinds, 

The road towards tomorrow." 

As if I played no part in it, 

And fate runs straight and narrow.  

Chorus.  

Well it is what it is...I'll give you that. 

But it might have gone some other way. 

And I'd give all of the diamonds, roses and pearls, 

To take back what I said that day.  

Chorus.  

Well it's the saddest, most beautiful thing I ever made.

Silver shoes for our horses. 

Conquistadors for souls and gold. 

Waiting for the king. 

We hide in the side streets: In Cajamarca, mi corazon, I think of you.  

Here they come, not horse among them. 

Lambs to the slaughter for the Lamb of God. 

But I'm not confused...I know what I must do... 

In Cajamarca, mi corazon, for you, and God, and Spain...and Spain.  

Atuahulpa...if that's how you spell it... 

Atuahulpa keeps looking around. 

"Where are the tables, the banquet I came for? 

And why is there no one in town?"  

Father Valverde, trots out of hiding. 

Holding his Bible up to the sky. 

"Inca God bow down to Jehovah. 

Inca King bow down to Spain."  

Atuahulpa steps to Valverde, 

Snatches the Bible and throws it down. 

And swear my horse knows the signal. 

His silver shoes like matches strike the ground.  

Mis hermanos...they are all sleeping. 

And for the vultures...a banquet of souls. 

And we have taken the king for ransom: 

Inca gold my corazon, for you, and God, and Spain...and Spain...

Little Albert...behold the bunny. 

Little Albert...pet the rabbit. 

It's a cute little thing, all soft and fluffy. 

But don't fear the rabbit...until I teach you to fear the rabbit.  

Chorus: When I bring down the hammer  

My name is Bobo...and I'm a clown. 

Come on boys and girls, knock me down. 

If I bounce back, do it again. 

Hit me! Just like the model done.  

Chorus.  

I teach at Stanford...and I've got tenure. 

I've got to prove our evil nature. 

I built a prison...right here in class! 

And I tell my prison guards: "Go on, kick some ass!"  

Chorus.  

Innocence, politics...misuse of Science: 

Human Nature put to the test. 

Forget about common sense. Forget about the evidence. 

Now you're going to fry!  

I pay good money...just do what I say. 

Shock that mother...it's OK. 

If he screams, just give him more juice. 

Cause if you don't...I'm gonna cut you loose. 

So turn up the voltage.  

Chorus.

You're like a tree, standing tall. 

The wind blows, but you don't fall. 

You're always there when I call... 

Like a tree...like a tree.  

In the shade where I grew up... 

We played in the tree top. 

The leaves, the flowers, the fruits... 

And in the breeze I could feel the roots.  

Chorus: 

I could see for miles up there. 

And the atmosphere was a deeper blue, 

Than you will ever know...will ever know.  

Out in the field, the tree came down. 

Making room for more corn. 

And I wept for their loss... 

As I ate the farmer's crops.  

Chorus.  

There is an oak in the yard. 

Last night a limb came down. 

But I slept without alarm, 

Until the call, until the call.

"And so, the world is not as wild as it once was."