The Tangent
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I seem to spend my whole life shouting,
Perhaps I should be cool,
Put on some Caravan or Hatfields,
Like I used to do at school
Feigned innocence and humour,
Through my Walkman on a bike ride in the sun
My bicycle and I,
We missed the party back in 1971
But here... I still find,
The song lingers on into the thousands
Whimsical indulgence,
Could never last the speed of modern life,
The traffic whizzes past me
As I pedal further from the daily strife
- Album:
- Non-Album Releases
- A Spark in the Aether
- Le Sacre Du Travail
- Down And Out In Paris And London
- Not As Good As The Book
- A Spark in the Aether: The Music that Died Alone - Part 2
- Down and Out In Paris and London - EP
- The Music That Died Alone
- The World That We Drive Through
- A Place in the Queue
- Pyramids and Stars
- Going Off on One
- A Place on the Shelf
- The Art of Sysyphus, Volume 28
- Going Off on Two
- Music in Progress
- Prog Rocks!
- Music in Progress, Volume 2
- COMM
- Going Off On One (Live)