Wednesday, September 19, 2007


Walking round the room singing
Stormy weather
At 57 mount. pleasant street
Now its the same room but everythings different
You can fight the sleep but not the dream
Things aint cooking in my kitchen
Strange affliction wash over me
Julius Caesar and the roman empire
Couldn't conquer the blue sky
Theres a small boat made of china
Going nowhere on the mantlepiece
Do I lie like a loungeroom lizard?
Or do I sing like a bird released?

Everywhere you go you always take the weather with you

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