From nine to five, I have to spend my time at work
My job is very boring, I'm an office clerk
The only thing that helps me pass the time away
Is knowing I'll be back at Trecco bay someday.
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From nine to five, I have to spend my time at work
My job is very boring, I'm an office clerk
The only thing that helps me pass the time away
Is knowing I'll be back at Trecco bay someday.
I'll never stop loving you
And when forever is through
My heart will beat
The way it does each time we meet.
For many it's most probably:------
D I V O R C E :hehe:
I've got 2 songs - one for the first part of lockdown when the weather was great and there was no traffic, and one for when the weather was bad and the roads too busy -
Firstly-
Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like
Secondly-
Food, glorious food!
Hot sausage and mustard!
While we're in the mood --
Cold jelly and custard!
Peas, pudding and saveloys!
What next is the question?
Rich gentlemen have it, boys --
In-di-gestion!
Food, glorious food!
We're anxious to try it
Three banquets a day --
Our favourite diet!
Just picture a great big steak --
Fried, roasted or stewed
Oh, food
Wonderful food
Marvellous food
Glorious food
hits from the bong - cypress hill
Excellent, I want some moreQuote:
Originally Posted by The Bloop
This town is coming like a ghost town,
All the clubs have been closed down,
This place is coming like a ghost town,
Bands don't play no more.
Van de Graaf Generator: 'House with no Door' [Words: Peter Hammill; 1970]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1wAqeN6C57o
There's a house with no door and I'm living there
At nights it gets so cold
And the days are hard to bear inside.
There's a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in,
Falling through my head as I try to think out time.
I don't know you, you say you know me,
That may be so,
There's so much that I am unsure of
You call my name, but it sounds unreal,
I forget how I feel, my body's rejecting the cure.
There's a house with no bell, but then nobody calls;
I sometimes find it hard to tell
If any are alive at all outside.
There's a house with no sound; yes, it's quiet there
There's not much point in words
If there's no-one to share in time.
I've learned my lines, I know them so well,
I am ready to tell
Whoever will finally come in
Of the line in my mind that's cold in the night,
It doesn't seem right
When there's that little dark figure running
Won't somebody help me?
There's a house with no door
And there's no living there
One day it became a wall
Well I didn't really care at the time.
There's a house with no light,
All the windows are sealed,
Overtaxed and strained now nothing is revealed but time
I don't know you, you say you know me,
That may be so,
There's so much that I am unsure of
You call my name, but it sounds unreal,
I forget how I feel,
My body's rejecting the cure
Won't somebody help me?
StT.
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