The Rocking Machine - Beau
I was sitting and thinking the way that you do
Of something and nothing of right and of wrong
When something or someone gave me the idea
To write down the words that turned into the song
Called The Rocking Machine
And I invented the Rocking Machine
Where the rainbow will end in a small pot of gold
Where the salt of the earth will return from the sea
To the land from which it was driven of old
Sway with me like the anemones sway
Glide like a fish on the floor of the sea
Sit in the shade of the tall granite rock
For the door remains locked but here lies the key
To the Rocking Machine
And I invented the Rocking Machine
Where the rainbow will end in a small pot of gold
Where the salt of the earth will return from the sea
To the land from which it was driven of old
Sit in your solid-state solitude sit
Think as you've never considered before
Don't be discouraged by time that has gone
When you find the key you will open the door
To the Rocking Machine
Sombre decisions will take on the guise
Of simple pronouncements of what you believe
To be true to yourselves to be true to your friends
Well the harder you try then the more you'll achieve
In the Rocking Machine
And I invented the Rocking Machine
Where the rainbow will end in a small pot of gold
Where the salt of the earth will return from the sea
To the land from which it was driven of old
Yes and I invented the Rocking Machine
Where the rainbow will end in a small pot of gold
Where the salt of the earth will return from the sea
To the land from which it was driven of old
