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We haven't had any Roy Harper lyrics on the forum for a while, have we ?
'There once was a man from the old stone age And he used to follow the weather But now he's got hung up on filling a page Upon whether to go or together'
Well he can just ........... on 10:49 - Mar 12 by WeWereZombies
We haven't had any Roy Harper lyrics on the forum for a while, have we ?
'There once was a man from the old stone age And he used to follow the weather But now he's got hung up on filling a page Upon whether to go or together'
When the day is done and the ball Has spun in the umpires pocket away And all remains in the groundsman's pains for The rest of time and a day There'll be one mad dog and his master Pushing for four with the spin On a dusty pitch with two pounds six Of willow wood in the sun
When an old cricketer leaves the crease You never know whether he's gone If sometimes you're catching a Fleeting glimpse of A twelfth man at silly Mid-on And it could be Geoff and it could be John With a new ball sting in his tail And it could be me and it could be thee And it could be the sting in the ale Sting in the ale
Well he can just ........... on 10:49 - Mar 12 by WeWereZombies
We haven't had any Roy Harper lyrics on the forum for a while, have we ?
'There once was a man from the old stone age And he used to follow the weather But now he's got hung up on filling a page Upon whether to go or together'
I gave him all barrels while fired up on special brew at Torpedo Town free festival as he played due to his E.M.I connections and their involvement in the arms industry. Great musician and lyricist though.
Far across the ocean In the land of look-and-see There once was a time For you and me
Where the winds blow sweetly And the easy seas flow still And where the barefoot dream of life Can laugh and cry its fill
Where slot machine confusion And the plastic universe Are objects of amusement In the fiction of their curse
And where the crazy whiteman And his teargas happiness Lies dead and long since buried By his own fantastic mess
For I hate the whiteman And his plastic excuse For I hate the whiteman And the man who turned him loose...
And the reins of coloured thunder Of the stallion of the dawn Ride the coalfire morning On the beach where all is born
"They break our legs and tell us to be grateful when they offer us crutches."
I gave him all barrels while fired up on special brew at Torpedo Town free festival as he played due to his E.M.I connections and their involvement in the arms industry. Great musician and lyricist though.
Far across the ocean In the land of look-and-see There once was a time For you and me
Where the winds blow sweetly And the easy seas flow still And where the barefoot dream of life Can laugh and cry its fill
Where slot machine confusion And the plastic universe Are objects of amusement In the fiction of their curse
And where the crazy whiteman And his teargas happiness Lies dead and long since buried By his own fantastic mess
For I hate the whiteman And his plastic excuse For I hate the whiteman And the man who turned him loose...
And the reins of coloured thunder Of the stallion of the dawn Ride the coalfire morning On the beach where all is born
I saw him at Essex University a while after 'Lifemask' came out and he played 'All Ireland'. Well, he started it and then got engaged in a heated vocal exchange with an audience member, he does seem to attract the nutters...
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