tycho brahe from songbook by Louie Zong

oh thick wits, blind watchers of the sky
contradiction, always telling lies
well the sun’s in motion earth stays perfectly still
a nose of silver, perfectly fits the bill

ive made the calculations and ive figured out the rules
ive lived life like a sage, and im gonna die a fool

im tycho tycho, dont wanna let you down
i gotta go i gotta go, ive gotta go to town
im tycho tycho, my bladder’s gonna blow
but before i go i just want you to know

that the sun revolves around you and me
i must say goodbye, for i can no longer speak
my soul sets in darkness, and will rise in perfect light
i have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night

• Funk
• instrumental
• Los Angeles