Aristotle’s Yard Sale
Words & Music by Christopher Kent
There’s a place outside of time and space where true collectors meet
A yard sale where you’ll find cool stuff that others thought was obsolete
It’s Aristotle’s yard sale, yes, he’s still alive out here
So come on by, you never know what treasures might appear!
At Aristotle’s yard sale you won’t need a million bucks
To buy parables and metaphors or wind-up dolls and trucks
You’ll find paperweights and dragons’ eggs, a vase of plastic flowers
You might find an ancient amulet that gives you mystic powers
There are bottles full of messages, a giant trampoline
You might find a box of toys or an infinity machine
That flies into the universe and goes beyond detection
Until it reappears from the opposite direction
So come on out to Aristotle’s yard sale
It’ll blow your mind, all the things you’ll find, so don’t be shy!
Out here the rules of space and time don’t matter
But the rules of bargain hunting still apply
There’s an origami Christmas tree, a fish tank with a stand
A giant friendly robot that will dance at your command
There’s an old fusion reactor, you might find an antique tux
You might find a cosmic orb where past and future are in flux
There’s a box of unmarked photographs (the stories they could tell…)
A giant rubber spider, and a working carousel
There’s a pair of well-worn rollerskates, a box of good intentions
And a brightly painted door that leads to alternate dimensions
So come on out to Aristotle’s yard sale
It’ll blow your mind, all the things you’ll find, so don’t be shy!
Out here the rules of space and time don’t matter
But the rules of bargain hunting still apply
Bridge:
It’s a time and space anomaly
Where you’ll find things you rarely see
The thrill of discovery
You’ll have fun, I guarantee
There’s cufflinks and a rocking chair, a ’57 Chevy
There’s an antigravity device for moving stuff that’s heavy
There’s a box of well-used china and a bicycle that flies
A treehouse in a floating tree and a dinosaur disguise
There’s a pair of teakwood shower clogs, a painting of a clown
There’s a pair of googles that will turn the whole world upside down
There’s a DVD of “Casablanca,” cards that tell your fate
And a teleporting ray to help you when you’re running late
So come on out to Aristotle’s yard sale
It’ll blow your mind, all the things you’ll find, so don’t be shy!
Out here the rules of space and time don’t matter
But the rules of bargain hunting still apply
Copyright 2018 by Christopher Kent, all rights reserved