May 3, 2012

"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"

Trudging slowly over wet sand

Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen

This is the coastal town

That they forgot to close down

Armageddon - come Armageddon!

Come, Armageddon! Come!



Everyday is like Sunday

Everyday is silent and grey


Hide on the promenade

Etch a postcard :

"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"

In the seaside town

...that they forgot to bomb

Come, Come, Come - nuclear bomb



Everyday is like Sunday

Everyday is silent and grey





Trudging back over pebbles and sand

And a strange dust lands on your hands

(And on your face...)

(On your face ...)

(On your face ...)

(On your face ...)





Everyday is like Sunday

"Win Yourself A Cheap Tray"

Share some greased tea with me

Everyday is silent and grey


Everybody l have met this week is unemployed do l not like that!





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MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"