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(Hammill) |
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I remember what it felt like at seventeen: |
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I was a cat, a snake, a lizard, a mouse. |
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Still got an interest in the limousine and a spouse and a brat, country house, |
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London flat. |
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I'm gonna head for the island when the summer's out, |
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I'm gonna do all the stuff that |
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I can, drink like a fish in a waterspout - |
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I'm a fan of the flow it began long ago |
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I'm a man who should know it doesn't stop. |
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There's so much to remember, so much to forget: we're all in the possession of the future tense, but don't know it yet. |
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The flesh comes through the spirit, the spirit through the flesh... we look the |
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Sphinx in the face for answers and of course we're really not impressed. |
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We're caught between age and beauty, experience and youth so we feel the need acutely for any kind of |
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Truth. Oh but we get copped some days, caught between options we've failed to play, such wasted chance. |
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So I join the wastrel's dance: it has slow as well as fast movement and any change must be an improvement on simply fossilising, standing still. |
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I got a steady vocation for the |
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Quiet Zone, |
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I just can't wait for the song to be sung, |
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I'm still possessed by the promise of the |
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Pleasure Dome |
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You're so young, so oldd, such a drag to be told. |
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You're so here, so gone, so near, so wrong, so queer, so strong |
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Such a drag to be told.... |
