Ichiban Blues - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

One

Ticket to Tokyo on a boat

Wood on a wave

I hear that Steven sleeps with the stingrays now

So I fashioned a history book into a sail as the Japanese wind seemed to blow

these words in

Came to Kyoto where now he

Is on display

Plated glass, no one dare ask him

If his life is a picnic it’s clear as he points to the headphones that howl the

words the wind sang upon arrival

Itchy

Ichiban blue son

Itchy

Ichiban blue son

Why does he need to come out here?

There are museums in Oklahoma

Could the lines in his hand have proposed this plan?

I measured the footsteps outside temple walls, and then juggled some sand ‘til

I saw him again

He

Keeps a white candle in his hair

And now works with clay

Wax drips down upon the panda cow that he has made

Itchy

Ichiban blue son

Itchy

Ichiban blue son