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I am a Strange Loop
04:00
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“Consider all the numbers….”
She asked him with with a frown
And he hung from the window
Seeing Cheltenham upside down.
Sharing a perception,
A lost in this great soup
They relaxed with a moment
A slipping in the loop
And stumbling while they stop
To pick up a bottle top
The colour of an iron crop
An icon of an old shop
“The squares and primes and numbers in between..”
As she mused from a rooftop while a-swinging on a beam
“..Consider the identity of something like a shark”
He replied with a hiss that she better build an ark
And stumbling while they stop
To pick up a bottle top
The colour of an iron crop
An icon of an old shop
The shop where they used to go
With cards in the front window
The people that they used to know
The photographs that showed old women
137 was the number scribbled down
On a pad by a mirror on the other side of town
The ink was fading as the paper settled down
As they waited for a morning that would never be around
And stumbling while they stop
To pick up a bottle top
The colour of an iron crop
An icon of an old shop
Of coffee tins and tea bags
And chocolate and old rags
A greeting cards and cheap fags
And photographs that showed old women
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2. |
Nice to be No One
04:33
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It’s nice to be no one,
Wandering around
Laughing at houses
In this silly old town
It’s nice to see no one
That you recognise
Avoid accusations
The gaze of their eyes
HOLD ME
Deep in your arms
Only
If I belong
The buildings are pretty
But blend in the pale
They used to seem bigger
And feel like a jail
It’s nice to see no one
That you recognise
Avoid accusations
The gaze of their eyes
HOLD ME
Deep in your arms
Only
If I belong
It’s nice to be no one,
Wandering around
Laughing at houses
In this silly old town
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3. |
James
05:33
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James, there’s a horse outside my door
I think it’s come for me
My trusted steed
A face so thin and gaunt
And
James,
It’s been following me round town
I think I told someone
When I was drunk
But I cannot remember
And James….Why do they talk of me
James….Why do they talk of me?
James I’ve been talking to myself
I think I told someone, but I don’t know
If she was really there
And James
Oh my horse is standing still
It is silent though, I know it’s there
A skull outside my door.
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