“Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargo
Congealed in the dark arteries,
Old veins
That hold Glamorgan's blood.
The midnight miner in the secret seams,
Limb, life, and bread." - Mervyn Peake
lyrics
6:30 early alarm clock rings
Each Thursday bin-boy always sings,
For me, The Man Who Sold the World
Street walking, like to see the sights
The Pharmacy got Christmas lights
Still November – That’s the tour
Since the neighbours went away again
Need a little bit of help with her essay
No word from a girl or boyfriend
That’s around about all in the village worth writing down
House over, dog’s named after mine
Weird owner, hound tails right in line
Know where to find ‘em, town’s a show
White Lightning clutters up the rec
For wearing Jesus round her neck
The townies took another girl
Won’t be seeing her around again
Writes stories on post in the office
Takes home what he likes the shape of
That’s around about all in the village worth writing down
Between the dead and the blind
A crocodile smile don’t go un-noted, oh no
We'll take the bottles and pills
And run to the hills to dig our fortune over
That’s around about all in the village worth writing down
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