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I am walking in the silent rain,
Where the young one's free,
The old man's sane,
I am waliking it alone, this magic lane.
The sap of those who shall remain,
Regain the throne of redulence, unify the
Leprechauns and go.
Renew the sapid sward
Welcome. They return.
The turbid mere will quail.
Zoetrope.
Turning around in circles as we live.
The gyration has made it turn.
The tot that touches the tottery turf
He's wishing it would be a birch
So that he could taste the cosy bark.
I am dreaming of a branch of lime.
Knowning it would heal his maul, trying
Hard to misgive his chief.
The minx a jinx with whisk?
And it is waiting to reform.
The torsive hedgehog won't!
Zoetrope...
Watch how it burns!
Oh, for how long?
Do we have to wait for infinity?
Oh, for how long?
Do we have to wait for infinity now?
Now you've heard the weirdest tale.
Phrases that's unentaled.
Now fold your rod and come along
To where those tales began... Go!
You have taken all what you are!
- Album:
- Emotional Wasteland
- Ever Since
- Miscellaneous
- The 13th Sign
- The River of Constant Change
- After Before
- The Weirdest of Tales
- Goodbye Nashville, Hello Camden Town: A Pub Rock Anthology
- The Famous Charisma Box
- Uphill All the Way
- No Way Out of Here - The Anthology
- No Way Out of Here - Anthology
- Blue Pine Trees
- Too Many Crooks
- Laughing Up Your Sleeve