Athena by Jimmy Gibson Lyrics
A carousel spins softly in the foreground
With the people turning backwards
There’s a flaw in the merry go round
But they paid off the contractors
There’s no wailing from the folks unbound
For a multitude of factors
She walks by with the looks you found
In your magazine of actors
They go slowly, knowing only to be lonely for they know each other’s seen her
Although, they’ve been at home crowing poetry, it’s much different with Athena
She’s got hair that flows a little father
Than the edges of her shoulders
She got used to the bombardment of the martyrs
Who in self loathing tried to hold her
Gifts of peanuts and mahogany from Carter
Only serve to make her colder
Spouting looks from the words that they charter
She’s outread them three times over
They go slowly, knowing only to be lonely for they know each other’s seen her
Although, they’ve been at home crowing poetry, it’s much different with Athena
I’ve lined up with the best of them on Friday
To catch glimpses of her eyes
It’s said Sinatra whistled nineteen bars of "My Way”
If he saw her passing by
If I’m grizzled like the lines along the highway
I need only wonder why
I’m no poet, so in simple words I’ll say
She’d put joy in quick demise
They go slowly, knowing only to be lonely for they know each other’s seen her
Although, they’ve been at home crowing poetry, it’s much different with Athena
So she sits there all alone spinning patient
Though no one would dares approaching
They all seem satisfied by their station
They’re too sane to go encroaching
And though anything would lead her to elation...
With the people turning backwards
There’s a flaw in the merry go round
But they paid off the contractors
There’s no wailing from the folks unbound
For a multitude of factors
She walks by with the looks you found
In your magazine of actors
They go slowly, knowing only to be lonely for they know each other’s seen her
Although, they’ve been at home crowing poetry, it’s much different with Athena
She’s got hair that flows a little father
Than the edges of her shoulders
She got used to the bombardment of the martyrs
Who in self loathing tried to hold her
Gifts of peanuts and mahogany from Carter
Only serve to make her colder
Spouting looks from the words that they charter
She’s outread them three times over
They go slowly, knowing only to be lonely for they know each other’s seen her
Although, they’ve been at home crowing poetry, it’s much different with Athena
I’ve lined up with the best of them on Friday
To catch glimpses of her eyes
It’s said Sinatra whistled nineteen bars of "My Way”
If he saw her passing by
If I’m grizzled like the lines along the highway
I need only wonder why
I’m no poet, so in simple words I’ll say
She’d put joy in quick demise
They go slowly, knowing only to be lonely for they know each other’s seen her
Although, they’ve been at home crowing poetry, it’s much different with Athena
So she sits there all alone spinning patient
Though no one would dares approaching
They all seem satisfied by their station
They’re too sane to go encroaching
And though anything would lead her to elation...