a petrol station in winter

When I’ve got what you want
I can do no wrong
When you’ve put your tread
On my treasure
In the sleet of the night
And have tested the tang of my song
Then I can do no right.

There should be a chorus here.

In the future
Nobody will notice
Anybody else but me
Anybody else but me
No, no, no !!!

In the belly of a dying whale
I see Jonah drinking snakebite
From a disposable plastic glass
Do you want to lawn the ocean
With your seeds of wind and grass?

Coda, coda, coda. A mechanical groan.

There should be a signature like Glen Miller’s here.





14/01/11