The Marching Guitars de Daniel Johnston

Down from the depths of nowhere
You know you'll hear them coming.
And no one, no one can stop them.
The marching guitars.

I saw them in the city
Coming up an alley there.
A whole crowd of people stood on
the sidewalk and stared.

Down through the streets
Through hotels and through bars
The marching guitars
The marching guitars

And no ear shall go untouched
There's no place to hide
Stay inside
For the marching guitars

And no one knows who they
They come from afar.
They do what they have to do
And turn into big stars.

And no one can stop them
The marching guitars.

I saw them in the city
They were all around
There must have been about a million
It was a deafening sound