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Electric Music for the Mind and Body
Electric Music for the Mind and Body
1967
I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-to-Die
1967
Together
1968
Here We Are Again
1969
The Life And Times Of Country Joe And The Fish From Haight-Ashbury To Woodstock
1969
C.J. Fish
1970
Incredible! Live!
1972
Reunion
1977
Basket Of Rings
1993
I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-to-Die
1967
Together
1968
Here We Are Again
1969
The Life And Times Of Country Joe And The Fish From Haight-Ashbury To Woodstock
1969
C.J. Fish
1970
Incredible! Live!
1972
Reunion
1977
Basket Of Rings
1993
Country Joe & the Fish- Happiness Is Porpoise Mouth 1967
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Country Joe & the Fish - Happiness Is a Porpoise Mouth
Versuri/text :
The white ducks fly on past the sun,
Their wings flash silver at the moon.
While waters rush down the mountain tongue
My organs play a circus tune.
I dance to the wonder of your feet
And sing to the joy of your knees.
The cold white dress on the mountain breast
Paints the frozen trees.
The maple plants patterns in the sky
Its leaves to kiss the wind
While scores of glittering bugs and flies
Dance polkas on her limbs.
I whistle symphonies of your face
And laugh for your hair so fine.
In startled greens of playground grass
A child jumps rope to rhyme.
Reeds and brass, the marching drums
Make a joyous sound
Trees bend low with nuts and plums
Then fall to find the ground.
I hunger for your porpoise mouth
And stand erect for love.
The sun burns up the winter sky
And all the earth is love
Versuri/text :
The white ducks fly on past the sun,
Their wings flash silver at the moon.
While waters rush down the mountain tongue
My organs play a circus tune.
I dance to the wonder of your feet
And sing to the joy of your knees.
The cold white dress on the mountain breast
Paints the frozen trees.
The maple plants patterns in the sky
Its leaves to kiss the wind
While scores of glittering bugs and flies
Dance polkas on her limbs.
I whistle symphonies of your face
And laugh for your hair so fine.
In startled greens of playground grass
A child jumps rope to rhyme.
Reeds and brass, the marching drums
Make a joyous sound
Trees bend low with nuts and plums
Then fall to find the ground.
I hunger for your porpoise mouth
And stand erect for love.
The sun burns up the winter sky
And all the earth is love