This song's final quatrain was adapted from an English translation of "Refus global," the 1948 manifesto of les Automatistes of Montréal.
lyrics
He'd watch fields as they'd sink and sway like an ocean
Living things in perpetual graceful motion
And it would make him see
There was only one way to be
Sinners are never free
And he grew still
Counting beads with a penitent, blind devotion
Holding tight to each long-outgrown, hateful notion
He wanted recompense
For the places he never went
And all the time he spent
Trapped on the ground
It's ending
But nothing is mending
Such a grudge
It's better to be right
The highest judge
Is there to be jealous, not to love
Feathered things that could fly and sing were a passion
Knew their names and their colours, too—
Knew their fashions
And it would make him see
There was only one way to be
Only so much to see
Trapped on the ground
Make way for magic!
Make way for objective mystery!
Make way for love!
Make way for internal drives!
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