Well, it was long ago
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Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right
Little darling, it's been a long cold lonelywinter summer
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right
It's such a shame that they're dying in the wrong order
and I say it's all right
Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right
It's such a shame that they're dying in the wrong order
There's sweat on my finger tips
I got a belly full of beer s
ts
My head is too close to the wall.
There's blood in my underwear
I don't know how I got it there
I swear I'd bust open my head, should I fall.
I know weaker personalities
'Cos they're sitting around my home with me.
I've got an ever loving wife... of a sort
There's a bottle and a half to go
Don't ask me where 'cos I don't know at all.
Sit right down, one for the road?
We don't stick it where it don't belong
We don't mend what ain't broken
And it's not because we're strung out on the sauce.
We're not picking up the pieces
Of a world that still increasingly
Just has to know my business.
What is yours?
Well there's hate where my liver sits
I got cigarettes to pull to bits
I don't think too much it's bad for the soul.
I got bottles for good company
A great drinker and his love could be...
Well of all the stupid things I've been told,
They took my car.
Get out if it's not for you
You stay here then, you throw down too.
If all the world would wait and see
The last drink's gonna be on me.
I got a belly full of beer s
tsMy head is too close to the wall.
There's blood in my underwear
I don't know how I got it there
I swear I'd bust open my head, should I fall.
I know weaker personalities
'Cos they're sitting around my home with me.
I've got an ever loving wife... of a sort
There's a bottle and a half to go
Don't ask me where 'cos I don't know at all.
Sit right down, one for the road?
We don't stick it where it don't belong
We don't mend what ain't broken
And it's not because we're strung out on the sauce.
We're not picking up the pieces
Of a world that still increasingly
Just has to know my business.
What is yours?
Well there's hate where my liver sits
I got cigarettes to pull to bits
I don't think too much it's bad for the soul.
I got bottles for good company
A great drinker and his love could be...
Well of all the stupid things I've been told,
They took my car.
Get out if it's not for you
You stay here then, you throw down too.
If all the world would wait and see
The last drink's gonna be on me.
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough
His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
Of promises broken
Just about sums up an average day, it's better when I get home and pour a glass of wine, then it's just shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough
His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
Of promises broken
Just about sums up an average day, it's better when I get home and pour a glass of wine, then it's just shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Justayellowbadge said:
Cara Van Man said:
Justayellowbadge said:
Quite simply, Wonderful.
Pint?
Pint?
yes please.
Consider yourself in the round.
If you can't make it I'll drink them for you and sort you out next time.
Edited by Cara Van Man on Monday 3rd August 20:25
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