The disc brakes drag, the chequered flag sweeps across the oil-slick track.. The young man's home; dry as a bone. His helmet off, he waves: the crowd waves back..
Shake a leg, it's the big rush, can't find a taxi can't find a bus.. Bodies jammed in the underground evacuating London town.. Nowhere to put your feet as the big store shoppers and the pavements meet..
Well the dawn was coming,. heard him ringing on my bell.. He said, My name's the teacher,. that is what I call myself.. And I have a lesson. that I must impart to you..
You'll hear me calling in your sweet dream. Can't hear your daddy's warning cry. You're going back to be all the things you want to be. While in sweet dreams you softly sigh.
Fish and chips, sandpaper lips and a rainy pavement.. Soho lights, another night thinking of you.. Black cat, sat on a wall, winks at me darkly.. Suggesting ways and means that I might win a smile,.
Brings jasmine tea on a painted tray. and bends to kiss my frown away.. But I'm still still stuck in the August rain;. stuck out in the cloudburst once again..
Strange avenues where you lose all sense of direction. and everywhere is Main Street in the winter sun.. The wino sleeps --- cold coat lined with he money section..
It's a lonely life i live and i live this life to go. and if i leave you with one thing it's just that i want you to know:. i'll still be loving you tonight..
Kilometers from nowhere on a scented avenue -. Lined with poppy girls.. I didn't stop, stop to say hello.. Curious vendors - waving bric-a-brac -. Looked me over -.
As the moon slips up, the sun slips down,. I'm a highrise jockey, and I'm heaven bound.. Do the woorkboot shuffle, loose brains from brawn.. I'm a monkey puzzle and the lid is on..
Hello you straight-laced lady,. dressed in white but your shoes aren't clean.. Painted them up with polish. in the hope we can't see where you've been..
(allright?). you want to be a bookworm?. you wanna be aloof?. you wanna sit in judgement,. looking down from the roof?. try a wee sensation: but first you have to want to join in..
Let me bring you songs from the wood. To make you feel much better than you could know. Dust you down from tip to toe. Show you how the garden grows. .
Oh, I feel sympathy. Be grateful my son for what you get.. Expression and passion. Ten days for watching the sunset;. when I was your age amusement we made for ourselves..
She wore a black tiara. rare gems upon her fingers. and she came from distant waters. where northern lights explode. to celebrate the dawning. of the new wastes of winter.
In the morning gonna get my things together. Packing up and leaving this place. I don't believe you'll cry. There'll be a smile upon your face. . I didn't think how much you'd hurt me.
In the morning -- gonna get my things together.. Packing up and I'm leaving this place.. I don't believe you'll cry, there'll be a smile upon your face..
Brain-storming, habit-forming, battle-warning weary winsome actor spewing. spineless chilling lines--. The critics falling over to tell themselves he's boring.
Would you join a slow marching band?. And take pleasure in your leaving. as the ferry sails and tears are dried. and cows come home at evening.. . Could you get behind a slow marching band?.
Well the lush separation enfolds you --. And the products of wealth. Push you along on the bow wave. Of their spiritless undying selves.. And you press on God's waiter your last dime --.