Cowboy Junkies My Little Basquiat Lyrics

My Little Basquiat Lyrics

My little boy on the kitchen floor

(My little Basquiat)

Stick men fighting stick dinosaurs

(My little Basquiat)



Colors leaping all over the mat

(My little Basquiat)

The kitchen floor is where it's at

For my little Basquiat



One day he'll be golden

Maybe chosen perhaps to lead

One day he'll be shaken

Maybe taken perhaps to bleed



My big girl swinging from the bars

(My little comaniche)

Fist of stone flying above the yard

(My little comaniche)



Halfway up is halfway down

(My little comaniche)

Now maybe it's the other way around

For my little comaniche



One day she'll be moonlight

Maybe too bright perhaps to shine

One day she'll be found out

Maybe ground down, perhaps she'll cry



My little girl on her mother's lap

(My little panchen lama)

Sucking on her fingers, surveying the road map

(My little panchen lama)



Seems to be the only one around

(My little panchen lama)

That sees the red lights at the end of town

My little panchen lama



One day they'll be older

Maybe bolder perhaps than me

One day they'll be rising

Maybe living perhaps in peace



One day they'll be older

Maybe bolder perhaps than me

One day they'll be rising

Maybe living perhaps in peace



Perhaps in peace

Perhaps in peace

Perhaps in peace