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The Golden Times
The Golden Times I’ve been running Just for the feel of the road Careless of crying For the sentiment alone I see my own silhouette but I don’t recognise the place My dreams have shifted sideways So far out of … Continue reading
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Grace of the World
Grace of The World I have rubbed shoulders With terrorists on the tube I am the lucky one Who never had to choose These buses like dinosaurs Ploughing concrete fields Each new one is a victim Of its slow spinning … Continue reading
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Gotta Get Me a Pickaxe
gotta get me a pickaxe babe chop me off another head gotta get me an icepick made leon trotsky’s still not dead i believe that hellfire’s good for the roasting of evil souls i believe that guilty sins are real … Continue reading
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Glory Boy Facelift
Glory Boy Facelift Take a look in my eyes: tell me what do you see? Are you some kind of martyr to my vanity? The horizontal shifts; the emotional strain, I’ve towed the line you know, so I’ll not complain … Continue reading
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