You may wallow in your folly
Or we could go to Cardiff
The wreck of a German bomber
What if there was nothing to surprise us?
Sometimes it's a mistake; sometimes it looks like a mistake
Dettol
I'm in love with Captain Kirk
Jones 18-Months
My uncle at the piano
An island somewhere, dark and low
I sell the air from empty boxes
We edged towards summer
Ash-trays
Billy Williams & the Chamber-pot of Secrets
Nobody is walking the dogs
I try to remember when I was old
For a while then, see how it goes
The red yacht, the yellow sail, blue sea
Finally, I crashed
I will burn every book and rejoice
When all is said and done, we're done
The ropes are tight, expectant, hard as a dick
That young and easy bit, under an apple tree
Do not go gentle et-cet-er-rarrr
I woke to hear her pissing in the dark
Now that I care not
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