Rambling Through the Avenues of Time Lyrics
[Bret]
I was wandering through the streets of the city
Rambling through the avenues of time
When from nowhere my eyes fell onto a girl
And by chance her eyes fell onto mine
So I sat and I acted all nonchalant
She smoked her lavender cigarette
Reading the future that lay in my hands
My shadow played a bass clarinet
[Jemaine Clement]
(Where are you going with this, Bret?)
[Bret]
We waltzed down a moonlit boulevard
Just two silhouettes in the mist
[Jemaine Clement]
(Oh, yes?)
[Bret]
Days went by and years went by
Moments went by when we kissed
[Jemaine Clement]
(When was this?)
[Bret]
She said, "Your beard is woven of heartache
And we'll drink for the lonely tonight."
And the moon is a horny old drunkard
[Jemaine Clement]
(Ah, Bret. Could you please move over to your right?)
[Bret]
We drank dandelion wine and we reminisced
About the moment when we first met that day
[Jemaine Clement]
(I'm trying to watch TV9)
[Bret]
Then we reminisced about how we first reminisced
[Jemaine Clement]
(Oh yeah? ...Sounds a bit gay.)
[Bret]
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She handed me a broken memory
A keepsake to forevermore say
That a brief taste of love is as sweet as any
And with that, she made her way
[Jemaine Clement]
(Oh yeah. What was her name?)
[Bret]
She said her name was a secret
Then she said her name was Cherie
[Jemaine Clement]
(Is her middle name Cherie, so it's "A Secret Cherie", maybe?)
[Bret]
Mm .. Maybe
[Jemaine Clement]
(What did she look like?)
[Bret]
She looked like a Parisian river
[Jemaine Clement]
(What, dirty?)
[Bret]
She looked like a chocolate eclair
[Jemaine Clement]
(That's rare)
[Bret]
Her eyes were reflections of eyes
[Jemaine Clement]
(Oh, nice)
[Bret]
And the rainbows danced in her hair
[Jemaine Clement]
(Oh yeah..)
[Bret]
She reminded me of a winter's morning
[Jemaine Clement]
(What, frigid?)
[Bret]
Her perfume was eau de toilette
[Jemaine Clement]
(What's that mean?)
[Bret]
She was comparable to Cleopatra
[Jemaine Clement]
(Quite old?)
[Bret]
She was like Shakespeare's Juliet
[Jemaine Clement]
(Thirteen?!)
[Bret]
The bohemians of Soho did pirouettes
As we waltzed through the streets of Manhattan
On rivers of ribbon and sailboats of song
[Jemaine Clement]
(Bret, did any of this actually happen?)
[Bret]
The girl I described, she's as real as the wind
It's true I saw her today
The other details are inventions
Because I prefer her that way
