Woorden:
Richard Thompson Amnesia

I started to cry, they put gin in my cup I started to crawl, and they swaddled me up I got up and run, they said "Easy, son, Play up, play the game"

Tropical night, malaria moon Dying stars of the silver screen Oh she danced that famous gypsy dance With a hole in her tambourine I was young enough

Jerusalem on the jukebox they talk in tongues on Coronation Street Heaven help the pharisee whose halo has slipped down to his feet A thousand satellite

Here we stand in sheets of rain Parting ways, loved in vain Never knew you'd be the reckless kind I reached out to catch your fall Said you needed a

Oh play me a blue song and fade down the light I'm sad as a proud man can be sad tonight Just let me dream on, oh just let me sway While the sweet violins