Sylvio's Song Lyrics

All misery and self pity

Though magic was his forte

You should have heard the way he talked

About all his mistakes

With a chest curving inwards,

That kid looked like a wet fish,

And when he was older

He looked like a senile dentist

The skies and the valleys

The mountaintops! Their glory

The great outdoors were

All too overwhelming

When he saw it, sublimity

Struck a chord within he

And from it, he'd die

For the thirteenth time this evening

Heart of a dove, my love, my whimsy

In the flattened night I call you to me

I'm sleep and liver

Caffeine and swing

The music you crust is the must of dining,

& I am your river-baked dream.

It was always like this

The dying and rebirthing

The oscillating

Between child and elderly

Sometimes he'd grow and grow

Until his body

Turned right to ash and

Made the room all dusty

Then he'd awaken

His body now a baby

He never did know why

He was always changing

He'd sing in his hollow cave

All on his lonesome

Claiming he's too ugly

For anyone to love him

Heart of a dove, my love, my whimsy

In the flattened night I call you to me

I'm sleep and liver

Caffeine and swing

The music you crust is the must of dining

& I am your river-baked dream