And as I stood under the blanket an endless inky sky,
I thought of all the lost love that had passed me by
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Back Seat Bus Culture,
Draws me towards it like khakis to a vulture.
And they don’t need no plead to indulge ya’
Coz these kids they got phones and ringtone clays to sculpture
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Oh Youth
Oh youth, oh youth, did I feel you again,
On that night when the wind licked my skin?
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Still Dreaming
Left him this morning - still sleeping,
Left my scent on his pillow for safe keeping
Made coffee his way, heat beaming
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Visions Of A Patio Dweller, words she created, someday I’ll tell her....
Because I can see a free breeze that that takes heed of these day dreams,
A quite magnificent little patch of land if I’m honest
All created by her in a fashion that’s modest
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Has it come to this?
Because when I signed up to this cold wind blistery
I thought the wind might bring things,
I thought about but never dreamed I’d see
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I didn’t put it there I will not take it away
She has bright eager eyes but she cries all day
And the tears she cries are from’ skies like crystal weather
So I bought a camera so I could freeze time for ever
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Because my call time ran out
And ‘wanna meet’? Hints at sex
It’s nice to have someone to text.
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Valentine, I said it to this girl one time
For maybe baby I’ll be yours and let’s say you be mine.
But as I you spoke the sky gave signs
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For Weed You’ll Need...
Fat bud agreed?
Fragrant flame grown up from a seed.
Crushed and ground, greens and browned,
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A Nice Night To Write
And as I stood under the blanket an endless inky sky,
I thought of all the lost love that had passed me by
And there goes the last nothing neighbour turning of the last light
Leaving me breathless, but my cigarette still burning bright.