I think the sky is telling all the salmon in the forest to sing with photographers works and display rainbows in secret sandpits so….
Come here quick, listen carefully……
For every cent you’d get a million more pennies & for every word you’d turn a thousands songs
But you wont find a cent cause theres a tear in your wallet and you wont write a song cause your words have all dissapeared.
Just another marionnette and one more job for pinocchio’s daddy.
Watch out for the nylon strings guthrie.