I Know All This And More..

This has been my roadsong these last few days, inspired by the landscape (snatches of which I gave you below) and my own mood:




lyrics:

This old man I've talked about
Broke his own heart, poured it in the ground.
Big red tree grew up and out,
Throw up its leaves, spins round and round..

I know all this and more..

So take your hat off when you're talking to me,
And be there when I feed the tree.

This little squirrel I used to be
Slammed her bike down the stairs.
They put silver where her teeth had been:
Baby silvertooth, she grins and grins..

I know all this and more..

So take your hat off, boy, when you're talking to me,
And be there when I feed the tree.
Take your hat off, boy, when you're talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.

This old man I used to be
Spins around, around, around a tree..
Silver baby, come to me,
I'll only hurt you in my dreams..

I know all this and
I know all this and
I know all this and more..

So take your hat off, boy, when you're talking to me,
And be there when I feed the tree.
Take your hat off when you're talking to me,
And be there when I feed the tree.



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