The Lucksmiths
get to bed birds
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A shit year ends I kiss my friends
We raise half empty glasses
To the next one
And the night wears on
Not for us the usual fuss
The useless resolutions
But most a line of auld lang syne
Far away
Fireworks are exploding
And the champagne flutes are full
To overflowing
So at first light I say goodnight
And while the suburb slumbers
I stumble around the stomping ground
Past the pub they're pretty up
For all the so-called locals
And past the house
That once was ours
And here I am
Another year beginning
Half-way home with the get-to-bed birds singing
- Album:
- First Frost
- Warmer Corners
- Naturaliste
- Where Were We?
- Staring At The Sky
- Happy Secret
- What Bird Is That?
- The Green Bicycle Case
- Boondoggle
- Miscellaneous
- A Good Kind Of Nervous
- First Tape
- Spring a Leak
- Get-to-Bed Birds
- The Matinée Grand Prix
- Cartography for Beginners
- Midweek Midmorning
- T-Shirt Weather
- A Boy, a Girl, and a Rendezvous
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