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    "Harry's Thing"genre: Rock
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    CD: Crawl In   Label: Dharms Bum Records
    Credits: Tom Armstrong - Everything

    Lyrics
    Harry was an artist
    He was the son of a junkyard king
    He'd hang around the dump all day
    And collect those discarded things
    He pile thme in his little shed
    Until he found the time
    To put them all together
    And to make the world just fine

    He woke up late that morning
    with the subshine in his eyes
    And he knew that fatefull monment
    it was time for his things to rise

    He threw the stuff together
    In the center of his room
    They began to piece together
    like a tapestry in a loom
    And he knew as he was working
    this thing was bigger than him
    And the angels crept into his head
    and composed this gentle hyme

    If you like wheels that turn around
    If you like bells that ring
    Then give your stuff to Harry
    He'll put it in his thing

    And soon three rich and wizened men
    were knocking at his door
    They said they came from a land far away
    from a place along time before
    And they brought him these small items
    and offered them as gifts
    To stick upon this thing of his
    'cause they knew it would be a hit

    They say it in the stars

    Now the world is sunny
    Now the worls is bright
    Now the sick are getting well
    Yeah even the blind have sight
    And all the people gather 'round
    to see this wonderous thing
    And lift heir voices up in joy
    of it's praises they sing

    Harrys now in heaven
    He's the chariman or the board
    and he rules that place with an iron fist
    and the saints call him "lord"
    Angels they all sniker
    they think is is a bafoon
    All he di was throw some stuff
    into their wonderous loom

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