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LoafingOaf
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Ah, the "won"/"one" issue has been resolved. = )
The Never-Played Symphonies
Reflecting from my death bed, I’m balancing lifes riches
Against the ditches, And the flat greys inbetween
All I can see are the never layed
That’s the never played symphonies
I can’t see those who tried to love me, Or those who felt they understood me
And I can’t see those who, very patiently put up with me
All I can see are the never layed
Of the never played symphonies
You were one, you were meant to be one, And you jumped into my face
And laughed and kissed me on the cheek, And then were gone, Forever not quite
Black sky in the daytime, And I don’t much mind dying
When there is nothing left to care for anymore
Just the never layed
The never played symphonies
You were one you knew you were one, And you slid right through my fingers
No not literally but metaphorically and, Now you’re all I see
As the light fades
It's Hard To Walk Tall When You're Small
I can kill standing still, It’s easy, I can scare with a stare, It’s easy
Hey Ringo, It’s sad though, Because it’s hard to walk tall when you’re small
Whether dressed in disciplined style, nevermind, When you’re small you walk as if you’re falling
I attack from the back, Because it’s easy, And I can assail while wearing very nice jewellery
Oh hey Ringo, It’s sad though, Because it’s hard to walk tall when you’re small
Whether dressed in disciplined style, nevermind, When you’re small you spend your life crawling
I burst into public bars, And I throw my weight around
And no one can even see me, No one can even see me
Nobody can see me, No one can see me
Success is just a mess, Oh
Hey gringo, It’s sad though, Because it’s hard to walk tall when you’re small
Whether dressed in disciplined style, nevermind, When you’re small you’re bound to look and point
So compadre please do this for me, Compadre please weep for me
Compadre, compadre please weep for me
Munich Air Disaster 1958
We love them, We mourn for them
Unlucky boys of red
I wish I’d gone down, Gone down with them
To where mother nature makes their bed
We miss them, Every night we kiss them
Their faces fixed in our heads
I wish id gone down, Gone down with them
To where mother nature makes their bed
They can’t hurt you, Their style will never desert you
Because they’re all safely dead
I wish I’d gone down, Gone down with them
To where mother nature makes their bed
The Never-Played Symphonies
Reflecting from my death bed, I’m balancing lifes riches
Against the ditches, And the flat greys inbetween
All I can see are the never layed
That’s the never played symphonies
I can’t see those who tried to love me, Or those who felt they understood me
And I can’t see those who, very patiently put up with me
All I can see are the never layed
Of the never played symphonies
You were one, you were meant to be one, And you jumped into my face
And laughed and kissed me on the cheek, And then were gone, Forever not quite
Black sky in the daytime, And I don’t much mind dying
When there is nothing left to care for anymore
Just the never layed
The never played symphonies
You were one you knew you were one, And you slid right through my fingers
No not literally but metaphorically and, Now you’re all I see
As the light fades
It's Hard To Walk Tall When You're Small
I can kill standing still, It’s easy, I can scare with a stare, It’s easy
Hey Ringo, It’s sad though, Because it’s hard to walk tall when you’re small
Whether dressed in disciplined style, nevermind, When you’re small you walk as if you’re falling
I attack from the back, Because it’s easy, And I can assail while wearing very nice jewellery
Oh hey Ringo, It’s sad though, Because it’s hard to walk tall when you’re small
Whether dressed in disciplined style, nevermind, When you’re small you spend your life crawling
I burst into public bars, And I throw my weight around
And no one can even see me, No one can even see me
Nobody can see me, No one can see me
Success is just a mess, Oh
Hey gringo, It’s sad though, Because it’s hard to walk tall when you’re small
Whether dressed in disciplined style, nevermind, When you’re small you’re bound to look and point
So compadre please do this for me, Compadre please weep for me
Compadre, compadre please weep for me
Munich Air Disaster 1958
We love them, We mourn for them
Unlucky boys of red
I wish I’d gone down, Gone down with them
To where mother nature makes their bed
We miss them, Every night we kiss them
Their faces fixed in our heads
I wish id gone down, Gone down with them
To where mother nature makes their bed
They can’t hurt you, Their style will never desert you
Because they’re all safely dead
I wish I’d gone down, Gone down with them
To where mother nature makes their bed
