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Arnold Layne had a strange hobby
Collecting clothes, moonshine washing lines
They suit him fine

On the wall hung a tall mirror
Distorted view, see through, baby blue
He got it

Oh Arnold Layne, it's not the same
It takes two to know, two to know, two to know, two to know
Why can't you see

Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne

Now he's caught a nasty sort of person
They gave him time, doors bang chaingand
He hated

Arnold Layne, Arnold Laune
Arnold Laune
Arnold Laune
Don't do it again

Emily tries but misunderstands
She's often inclined to borrow
Somebody's dreams till tomorrow

There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll loose your mind and play
Free games today
See Emily play

Soon after dark Emily cries
Gazing through trees in sorrow
Hardly a sound till tomorrow

Put on a gown that toches the ground
Float on a river
For ever and ever
Emily, Emily

Remeber a day before today
A day when you where young
Renew a play along with time
Evening with a thyme

Sing now a song that can't sung
Without a morning's kiss
Dream you shall be it if you wish
Look for your king

Why can't we play today
Why can't we stay that way

Climb your fatal apple tree
Try to catch the sun
Hide from your little brother's gun
Dream yourself away

Why can't we reach the sun
Why can't we blow the years away
Go away
Remember remember

Last night I had too much to drink
Sitting in a club with so many fools
Playing to rules
Trying to impress and feeling rather empty
I had another drink

What a way to spend that evening
You don't turn up with their friends
Playing their game
Here in the scene or it should be
Far away

Getting up first without remembering
Where I've been

I open the door to an empty room
Then I forget

The telephone rings and someone speaks
She would very much like to go
Out to a show
So what can I do, I can't think what to say
She sees through any way

Out of the front door I go
Traffic's moving rather slow
Arriving late
There she waits looking very angry
As cross as she can be

Sunlight bright upon my pillow
Lighter than an eiderdown
Wishing that the weeping-willow
Winds its branches round

Julia dream
Dream that queen
Queen of all my dreams

Every night I turn the light out
Waiting for the velvet bride
Will the scaly armadillo
Find me where I'm hiding

Will the misty master break me
Will the key unclock my mind
Will the following fortsteps catch me
Am I realy dying

In a churchyard by a river
Lasing in the haze of midday
Laughing in the grasses and the graves

Yellow bird you are not lonely
In signing and in flying on
In laughing and in leaving

Willow weeping in the water
Waving to the river daughters
Swaying in the ripples and the wreaths

On a trip to Cirrus Minor
Saw a crater in the sun
A thousand miles of moonlight later

I was standing by the Nile
When I saw the lady smile
I would take her out a while for a while
Like tiers that like a child
How her golden hear was blowing wild
Then the spread her wings to fly for to fly
Soaring high above the breezes
Going always where the pleases

She will make it tog island in the sun
I will follow her in her shadow
And I'll watch her from my window
One day I will catch her

She is calling from the deep
Summoning my soul to endless sleep
She is bound to drug me down

Wasting my time, resting my mind
And I'll never pine for the sad days and the bad days
When we was working from nine to five

And if you don't mind
I'll spend my time here by the fireside
In the warm light of the love in her eyes

I've got a bike, you can ride if you like
It's got a basket, a bell that rings
And things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could
But I borrowed it

You're the kind of girl
That fits in with my world
I'll give you anything, everything
If you want thing

I've got a cloak, it's a bit of a joke
There's a tear up the fornt, it's red and black
I've had it for months
If you think it could look good
Then I guess it should

I know a mouse and he hasn't got a house
I don't know why I call him Gerald
He's getting rather old but he's a good mouse

I've got a clan of gingerbread men
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men
Take a couple if you wish, they're on the dish

I know a room of musical tune
Some wine, some gin, most of them are clockwork
Let's go into the other room and make them work

Last-modified: Tue, 29 Jul 1997 09:06:30 GMT
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