Glimjack Muttering Songtext
von Glenn Richards

Well, maybe I′ll divine you a passage
From the darkness to your dreaming home
And when you cross my palm with a little bit of coin
Give a little dog a little bone
Oh, but could you hardly blame me
For leading you astray a little while
When you never stop asking for service with a smile?

If my cup's a little empty
Why aren′t you filling it up?
Why aren't you filling it up?
If my cup's a little empty
Why aren′t you filling it up?


Now, sleep is a slow undertaker
Who bides in the bed with time
And if the body in the middle is a wellspring
How tense is the coil in rhyme
Carry anvil, red anvil
A pillow for my hammering head
Slippery and slick with the boils I′ve bled

If the dream is half empty
Why aren't you filling it up?
Why aren′t you filling it up?
If the dream is half empty
Why aren't you filling it up?

I am a little flame atop of the candle
I am a little lad I let you see
And by leading you through these streets at night
You might depend on me
So where now the smiling faces?
How now the shimmering cup?
Well, it looks a little empty


Why aren′t you filling it up?
Why aren't you filling it up?
Well, it looks a little empty
Why aren′t you filling it up?
Why aren't you filling it up?
Now, if the dream is half empty
Why aren't you filling it up?