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track 9 from 'fantaste'
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Lyrics
Twelve loves later
What a morning
It could be spring
There is fresh sun on the sludge
That looks like real vanilla fudge
Even my shadow’s in good shape
Jumping and hoping to escape
Under the piss
Stands an Iris
And there’s the bliss
The bliss the bliss
To think about someone to kiss
On the sunshed
And unmade bed
A teenage girl half your age
Is still smiling at the outrage
This world of dew’s a world of dew
And yet is nothing without you
Under the piss
bends an Iris
And there’s the bliss
The bliss the bliss
To think about someone to miss
What a morning
It could be spring
There is fresh sun on the sludge
That looks like real vanilla fudge
Even my shadow’s in good shape
Jumping and hoping to escape
Under the piss
Stands an Iris
And there’s the bliss
The bliss the bliss
To think about someone to kiss
On the sunshed
And unmade bed
A teenage girl half your age
Is still smiling at the outrage
This world of dew’s a world of dew
And yet is nothing without you
Under the piss
bends an Iris
And there’s the bliss
The bliss the bliss
To think about someone to miss
wurlygig
It's like listening to my brother's old Rock Over London radio
tapes.
Like the progression and instrumentation.
Vocal styling reminds me of Wire.
Nice Work.