Hope everybody's ringing on their own bell, this fine morning, yeah Hope everyone's connected to that long distance phone Old man, he's a mountain, old
So why are you holding my hand tonight? I'm not intending to go far away I'm just slipping through to the back room I'll leave you messages almost everyday
Astronomy (Astronomy) Astronomy The middle lane has trapped my car in red light claustrophobia I slip the shackles, cut the rope, stand naked with a
Automotive science and engineering Automotive science and engineering In the hands of science The complete appliance We're moved to motor We're moved
Stormy eyed on the edge of dawn Nose pressed against the triple glaze Floor to ceiling, wall to wall Silent traffic streams both ways Along the fussy
Sailing round the true blue sphere Is it too late to bale out of here? Well, there has to be some better way To turn back the night, spin on to yesterday
In and out of the front door, ran twelve back-door angels. Their hair was a golden-brown --- They didn't see me wink my eye. `tis said they put we men
Bad-yes'n she's bad-eyed and she's loveless. a young man's fancy and an old man's dream. I'm self raising and I flower in her company. give me no sugar
The actors milling helplessly The script is blowing out to sea But what the hell We didn't even pass an audition The lines you'll have to improvise The
My telephone wakes me in the morning Have to get up to answer the call So I think I'll go back to the family Where no one can ring me at all Living this
From early days of infancy, through trembling years of youth Long murky middle age and final hours long in the tooth Here's the hundred names of terror
Once it seemed there would always be A time for everything Ages passed I knew at last My life had never been I'd been missing what time could bring Fifty
Have you ever stood in the April wood And called the new year in? And while the phantoms of three thousand years fly As the dead leaves spin? There's
She's catching the wind, the gentlest of breezes It's a sensitive passage she's sailing Through stormy straits Navigates my unfathomable failings She
Small child messing down, messing down In the streets of Bombay Cities like this have no shame, no shame Indeed, why should they? Out in the middle distance
Baker street muse ----------------------------------------- Windy bus-stop. click. shop-window. heel. Shady gentleman. fly-button. feel. In the underpass
Six o'clock in the morning Wake up by the bed There sits a new Japanese toy And I like it See the name on the wrapping Can't read yet but I know It's
Marty loved the sound of the stolen mandolin Somebody took it on a dare in the nighttime Run up to the radio, calling out to the wind Now, bring it, bring