I'm going up the 'pool from down the smoke below. To taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our aunty Flo. The candy floss salesman watches ladies in the sand.
See black, see yellow with little notebooks drawn. See grey stripes bowling down the street. Silver streaks and T-shirts so precisely torn. Strange foreign chaps in white bed-sheets ---.
Working on the late shift --- first drink of the day.. Pull a chair up to the table, have to look the other way.. What kind of place am I in? And who's this over here?.
Under wraps. . Keep it quiet, go slow. Circulate, need to know. Stamp the date upon your file. Masquerade but well worth while. . Wrapped in the warmth of you.
Under wraps. . Keep it quiet, go slow. Circulate, need to know. Stamp the date upon your file. Masquerade but well worth while. . Wrapped in the warmth of you.
Keep it quiet. (Go slow.). Circulate. Need to know.. Stamp the date upon your file ---. masquerade, but well worth while.. . Wrapped in the warmth of you ---.
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Short Arctic desert day ---. and someone left their snow-shoes in the tundra.. Look around every which way. but I can't see just where the footprints go..
I'll see you at the Weighing-In,. When your life's sum-total's made. And you set your wealth in Godly deeds. Against the sins you've laid.. And you place your final burden.
Stopped off on a long drive.. Down from the high country.. Spent a long time sitting here,. Long time counting hot miles.. Ohh, oh I'd like a cup of black coffee and a piece of sweet cake..
Here I am at the end of the day. With a cup of cold coffee. From the station buffet.. On trains, on trains I seem. To spend my life on trains.. . See the blue suit banker in the ticket line..
The old rocker wore his hair too long. Wore his trouser cuffs too tight. Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light. . Death's head belts buckle, yesterday's dreams.
The old rocker wore his hair too long. Wore his trouser cuffs too tight. Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light. Death's head belts buckle, yesterday's dreams.
The old rocker wore his hair too long. Wore his trouser cuffs too tight. Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light. Death's head belts buckle, yesterday's dreams.
The old rocker wore his hair too long. Wore his trouser cuffs too tight. Unfashionable to the end. Drank his ale too light. Death's head belt buckle, yesterday's dreams.
Too many drivers in too many cars.. Too many lost souls drinking in too many bars.. Too many heroes stepping on too many toes.. Too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no..
Silver lights are flashing all along the motorway --. there's 100, 000 travellers who are 21 today.. so it's goodnight, stay bright,. well it's goodnight, sleep tight ,.
I walk along the strand. To catch the late ride home.. Shuttle through the evening gloom. Knowing I forgot to phone.. The back door's open.. There's a chill blowing in..
Flying so high, trying to remember. how many cigarettes did I bring along?. When I get down I'll jump in a taxi cab. driving through London town. to cry you a song..
I've been about dizzy now, to be sad as a man will be.. I've been about dizzy now, to be sad as a man will be.. Don't miss my point of view, without lookin'you won't see..