I come from Tin Pan Valley and Im moving right along I live on former glory, so long ago and gone Im turning down the talk shows, the humour and the couch Im moving up to higher ground, Ive found a new way out. Theres parasols and barbeques and loungers by the pool The late night conversations filled with 20th century cool My peers may flirt with cabaret, some fake the rebel yell Me - Im moving up to higher ground, I must escape this hell. Let me suspend my thirst for knowledge in your powder, sweat and sighs A grudge of Christian women, a stain of spotless wives A perfect destination inside a perfect world I take the bottle to the baby, you take the hammer to the pearl Like this Every days like Sunday, down here on memory lane Salad days and no good ways drive me quite insane A cocktail clouded troubadour attempts to speak in tongues Hes said enough, Im through the door Im moving right along Like this...
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 02:35:50 +0000
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