the lonely stoner, mr. solo doe low
time won't let me go
rewind
lying in the back of the blue boat, humming a tune
world spins madly on
she lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing
the days grow short as the nights grow long
get sick soon
look what they've done to my song
c'est la seule chose que je peux faire
winter birds
such the lazy jackstraw, always late for tea
light turns to clay in my hands
ain't it clear when I'm near you I'm just dying to hear you calling my name one more time
gossip in the grain
and there is no, no song I could sing
hello saferide
for the sun
klmgmkodgniniogs
1985
