Calling other sounds. You out there on the seas. Today is dull and mild. On a stroppy little island. Of mixed up people. . Did you hear the story. Of violent behavior?.
Over Lord Hills Bridge we must go. Where the hearts burn at night and the guns unload. Oceanographers are charting the rise of the seas. Today is a submarine setting course to a land under me.
Standing on the dark canal. By the gas works. Celebrate the ghosts gone by. When the love hurt. . And the medicine man here twenty four seven. You can get it fast in Armageddon.
Wake up feeling good. Go to bed frequently lost in the wood. A soldiers tale of soul winning love. No drunken stuff spewing out of my mouth. All over now, out.