Lay me place and bake me Pie
I’m starving for me Gravy
Leave my shoes, and door unlocked
I might just slip away
Sighing, the swirl through the streets
Like the crust of the sun
The Bewlay Brothers
In our Wings that Bark
Flashing teeth of Brass
Standing tall in the dark
Oh, And we were Gone
Hanging out with your Dwarf Men
We were so turned on
By your lack of conclusions
Something I grew up with; far better than the more recent work as so often, alas. I wouldn’t know how to interpret the lyric of this song other than suggesting that there are layers of ghosts within it.
* Fat Bottomed Girls: “I’ve been singing with my band / Across the water, across the land / I’ve seen every blue eyed floozy on the way / But their beauty and their style / Went kind of smooth after a while / Take me to them naughty ladies every time”
* Torygraph: 100 greatest songs of all time By Neil McCormick. Oh man, look at those cavemen go.
* Should I kiss the vipers fang / Or herald loud the death of man?