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Rondom Songs
Vad Tror Du Hon Vill Ha?
Broon's Bane
Weisses Papier
Architecture and Morality
Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)
Islands Unite
I Know A Place
Seven Miles An Hour
Punk Rock Classic
Yazoo Street Scandal
Halloween
The System Has Failed Again
All A Woman Needs
May Be
World Invitational
Someone You Use
I Was Meant To Be With You
1.000 Times Blind
New Star In The Sky
Wish Upon A Star
Deca
Do Wah Diddy
Engraved in Black
Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word
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Aqualung
Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls
with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog end
goes down to a bog to
warm his feet.
Feeling alone
the army's up the rode
salvation a la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod
you see it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.