söndag 12 april 2009

Albion

So come away, won't you come away.
We could go to...
Deptford, Catford, Watford, Digberth, Mansfield.
Ahh anywhere in Albion.

Talk over,
Gin in teacups,
And leaves on the lawn,
Violence in bus stops,
And the pale thin girl with eyes forlorn.

Now come away, oh say you'll come away.
We'll go to...
Satsworth, Senford, Weovil, Woomoyle, NEW-CAST-LE.

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