This is Tiger the Lion, get me into the pillows
Was far less important than our daily lives
But simply to wake to your life
If you’re painted by radar, gentlemen
You’ll be serving the song
You’ll be serving the song
Not to get order from chaos
Was much less important than our daily life
When you find out, you won’t change
I suggest no further use of the two-way radio
But simply to wake to your life
Not to build masterpieces for a delectative elite
And there’s a sign of life in this play
John Cage had come to feel that art in our time
Serving the song, bombing the range
When we find out, you won’t change
To which so many’d become more or less inclined
John Cage had come to feel art in our time
The purpose of it’s not unique
Where everyone can take part in what he called 'Purposeless play'
Tell you how to create
Serving the song, walking the range
If there’s a perpetual plan for discovery days
