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It's 1972 again and I'm back at the top of our stairs,
It's half past 7 on a Sunday night,
I'm not allowed in the room, I'm not Sixteen,
But I can dream that I'll hear those sounds that run around my head,
Through closed doors to my empty bed.
What's that sound? I never heard that before!
It's a hallowed moment, the 'Eureka!' I've waited for,
Shit...my mum's making coffee now, I'd better hide inside my room,
It's like straining to hear the eulogies when you're the one inside the tomb.
But later, it comes around again,
They're on side two now (they must be, 'cos the singer sounds the same)
Caught in this music, lost in the sound and the words and the song,
This doesn't feel wrong,
And I'll go back to bed after I've heard...the Mellotron.
- 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)