Written by: HAROLD ARLEN, STEPHEN EMIL DUDAS, E HARBURG, E.Y. HARBURG, MARK JEFFREY HUDSON, JOE PERRY, HERBERT STOTHART, STEVEN TYLER
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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Farm’ by Aerosmith. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Aerosmith or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
(It’s not a place you can get to
By a boat or a train…it’s far,
Far away…Charlie…I have a
Feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore)
Oaahh!
There’s a cockroach in my coffee
There’s a needle in my arm
And I feel like New York City
Get me to the farm
Get me to the farm
Get me to the farm
Get me to the farm
Somebody get me to the farm
I got terminal uniqueness
I’m an egocentric man
I get caught up in my freakness
But I ain’t no Peter Pan
Get me to the farm
Get me to the farm
Get me to the farm
Get me to the farm
Get me…
Buckle up straightjack
Insanity is such a drag
Jellybean Thorazine
Transcendental jet lag
Sanity I ain’t gonna
Feeling like a pifiata
Sucker punch, blow lunch
Mother load, pigeonhole
I’m feeling like I’m gonna explode
Yeah, I wanna shave my head and
I wanna be a Hare Krishna
Tattoo a dot right on my head
Heh, heh
And the Prozac is my fixer
I am the living dead
(Follow the yellow brick road…
Follow the yellow brick road…)
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Somebody get me to the farm
Somebody take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Somebody take me to the farm
Somebody take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Buckle up straightjack
Insanity is such a drag
Jellybean Thorazine
Transcendental jet lag
Sanity I ain’t gonna
Feeling like a pifiata
Sucker punch, blow lunch
Motherload, pigeonhole
I’m feeling like I’m gonna explode
Yeah, I wanna shave my head and
I wanna be a Hare Krishna
Tattoo a dot right on my head
Heh, heh
And the Prozac is my fixer
I am the living dead
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Somebody get me to the farm
(Wake up, honey…Then I’m sure to
Get a brain uh, huh…)