lyrics by harlan blynn\
Verse1:
There’s a girl from hometown
Who wears the colors of the queen
She twirls around the maypole flag
A painted vision of Ickwell Green
Verse2:
One winter’s eve, when I was ten
A purple pony stole my head
We talked for hours but never did speak
Of what we saw below Browns Peak
Chorus:
Not everything is quite what it seems
In Joseph’s technicolor dreams
You might feel like your living on the screen
In Joseph’s technicolor dreams
Verse 3:
The river’s red in eyes of brown
The young boy pierced her thorny crown
As old winds die on desert dunes
The lone cicada sings his tunes
Verse 4:
Truth be told, as if often will
In amber honey and golden quills
The fortune tellers are bought and sold
To share their vision from the fold
Chorus:
Not everything is quite what it seems
In Joseph’s technicolor dreams
You might feel like your living on the screen
In Joseph’s technicolor dreams