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Love sings a song only you can hear and casts you into the wind.
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I Borrowed the clothes, I borrowed the roses
The Stardust Cowboy, never never so vain
A Side, B Side, flip it over
Needle to the start, again and again
Bought my ticket the other day
Waiting for the time to come around
Can you hear me David Jones?
You must be doing something right now
Spaceman, Starman, Sony Walkman
Only one paper left, and they’re all just the same
A Side, B Side, flip it over
Needle to the start, again and again
Bought my ticket the other day
Waiting for the time to come around
Can you hear me David Jones?
You must be doing something right now
A Side, B Side, flip it over
Needle to the start, again and again
Went to see The Thinker the other day
Paris in the Spring, you came around
I can see you David Jones
You’re doing what I’m doing right now
Can you hear me, David Jones?
You must be doing something right now
Can you hear me, David Jones?
Can you hear me, David Jones?
To the glory of a weirdo
To the edge of calamity
To facing the vanity
And to all the insanity
Can you hear me, Can you hear me, Can you hear me, David Jones?
Can you hear me, Can you hear me, Can you hear me, David Jones?
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The Widow Maker
04:02
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I have been a Routemaster, I have been a Telecaster
I was Achilles’s spear, and the arrows at Agincourt
Still the frame of a Morgan car
Hidden underneath, not always the star
I could be a fishing rod, I could be a butcher’s block
A primitive bike or an old cartwheel
You could get a table made
From a single bough, and a single blade
His ash is a luxury, wood’s essential mystery
But as I turn to dust, my uses are now history
Ashes to ashes, disease in the heart of me
You grew up under an ash tree
I have kept your fires alight, kept you warm throughout the night
My blood is the Mead of Inspiration
I guided Scott to the South Pole
On bended frame, that was my role
His ash is a luxury, wood’s essential mystery
But as I turn to dust, my uses are now history
Ashes to ashes, disease in the heart of me
You grew up under an ash tree
Sometimes I’m known as the widow maker
The tree of life and the heart breaker
Beware my shadow, obey my lore
Fraxinus Excelsior
Now, not essential as I once was
I am just decoration, gilding to the fields
Your sylvan friend and charcoal core
But beware the Emerald Ash Bore
His ash is a luxury, wood’s essential mystery
But as I turn to dust, my uses are now history
Ashes to ashes, disease in the heart of me
You grew up under an ash tree
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4. |
Can We Play Again?
03:57
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Calgary
03:20
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Add to the List Another
03:31
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7. |
The Next Time
04:11
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Hitchiker in Reno
03:51
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January
03:24
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Waiting
05:05
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