"FloriDada" lyrics

Child of limousines
What's the best place that you have seen?
All of the hands that you have shook
Home of the queen of everything fancy
Is there a smell that you can tell?
Gives you some peace, sends you to hell
All of the beds that you have yearned
Is there a dream to where you'd return?
Where is the plight with the most stars?
Where do you drink by Echo guitars?
What's the best shore seen from a boat?
Miniature heads that color the shore line
If you could rest, a minute to tell
Get me some grass, iridescent shells
I know there's a nest fit with a hatch
Sunset a glowin' makes us all sweaty

Well I don't even know where to begin
Or how I should start these days
The green mountain south, or
The Clay of the westerns
The Maryland meadows at midnight
They do have a misty grace
Take a trip to blue bayou
Find Roy Orbison cryin'
A continent molded from glass
Or maybe a town I can taste
Dresses that glow on
Girls from Barcelona
I wanna discover the key
And open the everywhere place
A mix of sky from Montana
Dipped in FloriDada

Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada

Old, demented men
Where is the place we can extend?
Crooked state lines, polka dot signs
Say that this place is a state of mind
Pretty lip girls paint me the halls
Not on a street, not near a mall
Raise me a thumb from human skin
That isn't judged by where it begins
Show me the clams, show me the pearls
Mail me a note sent from a world
That isn't so far and always right here
Where all the boundaries have disappeared
And all the nights are stitched with a glue
That's sticking to me and I'll stick to you
I'll take your hands, you'll take my face
And everywhere home will be a good place

I found myself there a collagin'
With all of the human race
A dancer from Ghana
Smiling in Tijuana
I Frankenstein Java with touches of Prada
And corn on the plates
A smear of gardenia
In the fair hair of Sweden
And maybe I actually visited
Some sort of mythical place
Or was it a future
Connected by sutures
Oh let's go get lost in the image
I made of the everywhere place
I see the lads from Osaka
Dyed in FloriDada

Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada

Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home?
The bridge that someone's fighting over
A bridge that someone's paying for
A bridge so old so let it go

Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home?
The bridge that someone's fighting over
A bridge that someone's paying for
A bridge so old so let it go

Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home?
The bridge that someone's fighting over
A bridge that someone's paying for
A bridge so old so let it go

Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home?
The bridge that someone's fighting over
A bridge that someone's paying for
A bridge so old so let it go

Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada