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I can feel your ribs, but that's no complaint
So go and shoot for the moon, and I'll just wait
In cafes past, carry on
And I spy dogs, at some we laugh
Do you remember the price, of those beers?
Though they couldn't play, they couldn't even play
And we laughed, and hid behind books
We could not read, although we looked the part
And had another, we couldn't even speak
And he saw our foreign looks, and he cursed
Yeah, the rhythm sucked, and his equipment fucked
Carry on
And he knows this cannot last, and dreams he's far away
Dreams he's far away
And if he got himself a mask, could he really fly away
Could he really fly away?
And he hurled, a coarse insult
At our smiles, although we meant no harm
Yeah, we were just in France, carrying on
- Album:
- The Demonstrations Of The Craws
- Folk Songs
- When The Haar Rolls In
- Miscellaneous
- Welcome to...James Yorkston
- Moving Up Country (10th Anniversary Edition)
- Moving Up Country
- Rough Trade Shops Field Day 2013
- The Year of the Leopard
- Acoustic Sessions
- The Year of the Leopard: Acoustic Versions
- When The Haar Rolls In (Sampler)
- Rough Trade Shops: Counter Culture 2002
- FabricLive 17: Aim
- I Was A Cat From A Book
- I Was a Cat from a Book (Bonus Track Version)
- Just as Scared
- Skins 2: The Soundtrack
- Skins 2
- The Year Of The Leopard (Sampler)