Animal Collective - FloriDada lyrics

Child Of limousines What's the best place That you have seen All of the hands That you have shook Home of the queen of everything fancy Is there a smell That you can tell Gives you some peace Sends you to hell All of the beds That you have yearned Is there a dream to Where you'd return Where is the plight With the most stars Where do you drink By Echo guitars What's the best shore Seen from a boat Miniature heads that Color the shore line If you could rest A minute to tell Get me some gra** Iridescent shells I know there's a nest Fit with a hatch Sunset a glowin' Makes us all sweaty I don't even know where to begin Or how I should start these days. The green mountain south or The Clay of the westerns The Maryland meadows at midnight they do have a misty grace Take a trip to blue bayou Find Roy Orbison cryin' A continent molded from gla** Or maybe a town I can taste. Dresses that glow on Girls from Barcelona I wanna discover the key And open the everywhere place A mix of sky from Montana Dipped in FloriDada [Chorus x4:] Flori Flori Flori Flori Florida FloriDada FloriDada Old Demented men Where is the place We can extend Crooked state lines Polka dot signs Say that this place is A state of mind Pretty lip girls Paint me the halls Not on a street Not near a mall Raise me a thumb From human skin That isn't judged by Where it begins Show me the clams Show me the pearls Mail me a note Sent from a world That isn't so far And always right here Where all the boundaries Have disappeared And all the nights Are stitched with a glue That's sticking to me And I'll stick to you I'll take your hands You'll take my face And everywhere home will Be a good place I found myself there a collagin' With all of the human race A dancer from Ghana Smiling in Tijuana I Frankenstein java with touches of Prada And corn on the plates A smear of gardenia In the fair hair of sweden And maybe I actually visited Some sort of mythical place Or was it a future Connected by sutures Oh let's go get lost in the image I made of the everywhere place I see the lads from Osaka Dyed in FloriDada FloriDada [Chorus x2] [Laughter] [x4:] Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home The bridge that someone's fighting over A bridge that someone's paying for A bridge so old so let it go [Chorus x6]