Fields of People (Live)
Wildflowers grow everywhere
Vibrations flow, things will have to change
(good evening, madam. it's a recording. yes.)
Strange new ideas fill the air
Some people leave, others grieve
Some were bare but things will change
Old concepts go, new ones grow
All at once the world begins to love again
(... hello uncle bill)
And the wildflowers grow out of fields
Fields of people
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will breed
(going to the pub, are you? evening madam.)
Wildflowers grow everywhere
Vibrations flow, things will have to change
(good evening, madam. it's a recording. yes.)
Strange new ideas fill the air
Some people leave, others grieve
Some were bare but things will change
Old concepts go, new ones grow
All at once the world begins to love again
(... hello uncle bill)
And the wildflowers grow out of fields
Love of people
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will breed
Fields of people
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will feed
Wildflowers grow everywhere
Vibrations flow, things will have to change
(good evening, madam. it's a recording. yes.)
Strange new ideas fill the air
Some people leave, others grieve
Some were bare but things will change
Old concepts go, new ones grow
All at once the world begins to love again
(... hello uncle bill)
And the wildflowers grow out of fields
(there's a bloke out here looking for the band)
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will breed
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will breed
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will breed
(here we are now in great portland street. ah, good evening sir, i
Wonder would you like to come over here and say a few words in the
Microphone. oh. it catches one a bit off balance suddenly to be
Interrupted in the street. I got one. hello, I don't wanna taxi. what i
Want is this. you're a tazi driver, and we wanna taxi driver's opinion
On pop music. I think it's very good mate. just cause I gettin' a bit
Anciant don't mean to say I don't enjoy it. good. toot your organ and
We'll be away.)
(hold it. one more time, it's a bit ragged. try one more. here we go.)
Vibrations flow, things will have to change
(good evening, madam. it's a recording. yes.)
Strange new ideas fill the air
Some people leave, others grieve
Some were bare but things will change
Old concepts go, new ones grow
All at once the world begins to love again
(... hello uncle bill)
And the wildflowers grow out of fields
Fields of people
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will breed
(going to the pub, are you? evening madam.)
Wildflowers grow everywhere
Vibrations flow, things will have to change
(good evening, madam. it's a recording. yes.)
Strange new ideas fill the air
Some people leave, others grieve
Some were bare but things will change
Old concepts go, new ones grow
All at once the world begins to love again
(... hello uncle bill)
And the wildflowers grow out of fields
Love of people
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will breed
Fields of people
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will feed
Wildflowers grow everywhere
Vibrations flow, things will have to change
(good evening, madam. it's a recording. yes.)
Strange new ideas fill the air
Some people leave, others grieve
Some were bare but things will change
Old concepts go, new ones grow
All at once the world begins to love again
(... hello uncle bill)
And the wildflowers grow out of fields
(there's a bloke out here looking for the band)
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will breed
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will breed
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will breed
(here we are now in great portland street. ah, good evening sir, i
Wonder would you like to come over here and say a few words in the
Microphone. oh. it catches one a bit off balance suddenly to be
Interrupted in the street. I got one. hello, I don't wanna taxi. what i
Want is this. you're a tazi driver, and we wanna taxi driver's opinion
On pop music. I think it's very good mate. just cause I gettin' a bit
Anciant don't mean to say I don't enjoy it. good. toot your organ and
We'll be away.)
(hold it. one more time, it's a bit ragged. try one more. here we go.)
Credits
Writer(s): Wyatt Day, Jon Pierson
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