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Wired to the moon
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Wired to the moon. Phil Wheeler
Everybody thinks you’re crazy everybody thinks you’re strange
Everybody thinks you’re crazy but the there’s nothing that I would change.
Everybody thinks you’re tragic, everybody thinks you’re mad
They don’t see the magic that you had
Your wired, to the breeze
Swinging on your mad trapeze
Wired to the moon and I hope you’ll come home soon.
Everybody thinks you'll burn out, everybody thinks your bright
Everybody likes to be there when you come alive at night
Everybody thinks you’re special, everybody wants to be
Everybody wants a Spirit that is free
Everybody thinks you’re crazy everybody thinks you’re strange
Everybody thinks you’re crazy but the there’s nothing in your
world that I would change that I would change.
Everybody thinks you’re tragic, everybody thinks you’re mad
They don’t see the magic that you had
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I cant stand you this morning, the way you brush your teeth,
Standing there in just your teeshirt with nothing underneath,
I cant stand the sound of your brushing,
I cant stand the way that you spit.
I cant stand the sight of your toenails ,
and I think that this is it!
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You're a womble
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Poetry of stains
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The teacup on the table top
The white shirt and the chocolate drop,
The lipstick on the pillowcase remains.
The bloodstain from the old Gillete,
The spicy sauce you never ate,
The poetry of stains.
The picnic and the grassy mark,
walking back across the park,
the lovebite we needed to explain,
The petals on the hotel sheets,
The rash that stayed for weeks and weeks
The poetry of stains.
There's a brown stain and a red stain
a bean stain and a gone stain.
There's a kids stain and a skids stain
a bean stain and a gone stain
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Paris
02:30
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Hold me.
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'Make love like a soldier, home on a weekend pass'
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Ian Snow
03:07
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The house smells of cabbage
The dog smells of rain
The rain smells of summer
It's come by again
The street smells of coffee
The cat smells of sun
The sun smells of summer
Here it comes again
The park smells of mowing
Bacon and grass
Children and Daisy's
Will it last.
The world smells of damage
Cordite and chain
I'm here with my flowers
They're there with their pain
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Sycamore
04:19
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'lay me on a bed of mast' mast is acorns or beech nuts lying on the forest floor
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Roadkill
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Toothpaste
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phil wheeler Wales, UK
the photo is me trying to look like a rock n roller. Actually I prefer a cup of tea and a ginger nut to being on stage. Thanks for looking.
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