White is the colour of night. When there's nobody there,. And you sit in your chair,. Getting drunk on despair.. Red is the colour it's said. That can drive you insane.
Have you seen Miss Clarietta. Riding round on her Lambretta. on the mountainside. looking out for friendly faces. peering out of mountain places. waiting for a ride.
Living in the city seems. To fill me with trepidation. Fills me with trepidation inside. . Too much big business. And too little celebration. Too little celebration indeed.
Some people sent me a circular letter. Explaining how their ideas were better. And asking me to join their gang. They said they were select. So many people they reject.