I really really don't understand jes what is wrong with me. I believe I am rather right than left when it comes to feelings, loathe and hate, love and adored....I wanna be adored! But I don't need to sell my soul, he's already in me...possibly maybe....coz I jes love what I am supposed to hate, but then I have been way different unlike oxygen breathers, surviving on delirium, stopping whispering and shouting out for identity against former and present colonists; gess m a little bit of a phoney and handicapped with a little hypocrisy coz I do love the UK,( it is a CLASH ) and I am so bored with the USA and also a little bohemian too..Okay now, Here it Goes Oh la! I Trip on Scooters and Score on BritPlacebos.......
There is nothing i Regret
As i Trainspot talking sick in my head
on an Inspiral Carpet
and throwing up my meal on Sundays.
While
all around the world
all their people right there right now
seem swell and fine.
So many people
at the country house drinking up the sunshine
in a symposium, happy on Mondays
like the summertime's in bloom
when it's a long cold play winter.
But it ain't enough to be sad,
(it's all in my mind) to pulp your lush to gloom.
It's jes a cover version gone bad.
A Bad Cover Version of Park Life is still a Blur!
Oh yeah!
Damn my education
i can't find
the words to say about the things caught in my mind.
I have a story to tell
of the day we caught the train.
I don`t have enough education to perform my speeches
but unlike a Troubadour
i can write as it really is,
A picture in words better be read
painted from my fantasies
colored in rainbows
(an Ocean Colour Scene)
like a boy drawn rather badly,
a boy with an Arab strap.
But where is Belle and Sebastian
and what's a Wonderwall anyway?
As i Trainspot talking sick in my head
on an Inspiral Carpet
and throwing up my meal on Sundays.
While
all around the world
all their people right there right now
seem swell and fine.
So many people
at the country house drinking up the sunshine
in a symposium, happy on Mondays
like the summertime's in bloom
when it's a long cold play winter.
But it ain't enough to be sad,
(it's all in my mind) to pulp your lush to gloom.
It's jes a cover version gone bad.
A Bad Cover Version of Park Life is still a Blur!
Oh yeah!
Damn my education
i can't find
the words to say about the things caught in my mind.
I have a story to tell
of the day we caught the train.
I don`t have enough education to perform my speeches
but unlike a Troubadour
i can write as it really is,
A picture in words better be read
painted from my fantasies
colored in rainbows
(an Ocean Colour Scene)
like a boy drawn rather badly,
a boy with an Arab strap.
But where is Belle and Sebastian
and what's a Wonderwall anyway?
Is it a New Order
or jes a mull historical society
or
a Charlatan
going down to the lake?
but then
Don't Tell me
even though
The silence Is Killing me.
But i believe it's a
Ten Storey Love Song,
catatonic as it was built with
stone by stone roses.
coz
i got roses in the hospital
from the generation terrorists.
or jes a mull historical society
or
a Charlatan
going down to the lake?
but then
Don't Tell me
even though
The silence Is Killing me.
But i believe it's a
Ten Storey Love Song,
catatonic as it was built with
stone by stone roses.
coz
i got roses in the hospital
from the generation terrorists.
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