Walking on Velvet Green. Scotch pine growing. Isn't it rare to be taking the air?. Singing. Walking on Velvet Green. . Walking on Velvet Green. Distant cows lowing.
Wake hard in the morning.. See the young girl milking.. Stream rushing by on a bed of stone.. Old goats and sandstone cracking --. All containing --. Squeezing that river like it squeeze your bones..
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.
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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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..
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.
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..
Winds howled, rains spit down.. All these nights playing precious games.. Cheap hotel in some seaboard town. Closed down for the winter and whispered names..
She peeled from a stretch black snake. which slipped up to the hotel door.. Darting looks from piercing eyes --. The stir of memory and then no more..
All of you sit up in bed. Don't think in straight lines ahead.. Can't sleep? Head spin? Don't think in circles, it'll do you in.. Think back to the dream you had; no sense of being good or bad..
Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper, your deafness a shout. I may make you feel, but I can't make you think. Your sperms in the gutter, you love's in the sink.