Arnold Layne had a strange hobbyCollecting clothesMoonshine washing lineThey suit him fineOn the wall hung a tall mirrorDistorted view, see through baby blueOh, Arnold LayneIt’s not the same, takes two to knowTwo to know, two to knowWhy can’t you see?Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne Now he’s caught – a nasty sort of […]
I’ve got a bike. You can ride it if you like.It’s got a basket, a bell that rings andThings to make it look good.I’d give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world.I’ll give you anything, ev’rything if you want things.I’ve got a […]
I’ve got a bike. You can ride it if you like.It’s got a basket, a bell that rings andThings to make it look good.I’d give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world.I’ll give you anything, ev’rything if you want things.I’ve got a […]
If I were a swan, I’d be gone.If I were a train, I’d be late.And if I were a good man, I’d talk with you more often than I do.If I were to sleep, I could dream.If I were afraid, I could hide.If I go insane, please don’t put your wires in my brain.If I […]
Doctor doctor!I’m in bedAchin’ headGold is leadChoke on breadUnderfedGold is leadJesus bledPain is redAre goonGrow goGreasy spoonYou swoonJune bloomMusic seems to help the painSeems to cultivate the brain.Doctor kindly tell your wife thatI’m alive – flowers thrive – realize – realizeRealize.
Marigolds are very much in love, but he doesn’t mindPicking up his sister, he makes his way into the seas or landAll the way she smilesShe goes up while he goes down, downSits on a stick in the riverLaughter in his sleepSister’s throwing stones, hoping for a hitHe doesn’t know so thenShe goes up while […]
As I reach for a peach Slide a rind down behind the sofa in San Tropez Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand Riding a wave in the wake of an old Sedan Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness Scratched by the sand that fell from our love Deep in my […]
Home, home againI like to be there when I canWhen I come in cold and tiredIt’s good to warm my bones beside the fireFar away across the fieldThe tolling of the iron bellCalls the faithful to their kneesTo hear the softly spoken magic spells.
Bridges burning gladly,Merging with the shadows,Flickering between the lines.Stolen moments floating softly on the air,Born on wings of fire and climbing higher.Ancient bonds are breaking,Moving on and changing sides.Dreaming of a new day,Cast aside the other way.Magic visions stirring,Kindled by and burning flames rise in her eyes.The door stands ajar,The wall that once were high.Beyond […]
I’m so afraid of mistakes that I madeTaking every time that I wakeI feel like a hard-boiled butter manSo give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind Are days are made since the first pageI’ve lived every line that you wroteTake me down, take me down, from the shelf […]