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I looked at the ocean,
Tried hard to imagine,
The way you felt the day you sailed from Wester Ross to Nova Scotia.
You had to shred our big day
You had to ruin it for all concerned
In a drunken punch up at a wedding
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around.
OR
Shang a Dang Dang Baby Dang Dang Dang
Shang a Dang Dang Baby Dang Dang Dang
Looking for a saviour beneath these dirty sheets
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red
The calendar on your wall was ticking the days off
You've been reading some old letters
You smile and think how much you've changed
All the money in the world couldn't buy back those days
You pull back the curtain
And the sun burns into your eyes
You watch a plane flying
Across a clear blue sky
This is the day, your life will surely change
This is the day, when things fall into place
You could have done anything, if you wanted
And all your friends and family think that you're lucky
But the side of you they'll never see
Is when you're left alone with your memories
That hold your life together, like glue
When those two wet gits, with their girly, curly hair,
Make another song for moronic holidays,
That nauseate hate, hate in a million different ways,
From the shores of Spain, to the coast of Southern France,
No matter where you hide, you just can’t escape this dance…
http://www.thefretboard.co.uk/discussion/61134/sarge/p1
http://www.thefretboard.co.uk/discussion/61134/sarge/p1
I got those,
Can't get enough of those
Blue Riband Blues.
come streaming in on sunlight wings,
a million bright ambassadors of morning.