All the young girls look like ravens
As they flock around the pool
And they peck at their reflection
In the shadows of men's drool
I could look out there forever
Forever has no holes
Through the windows of eternity
You can glimpse the passing souls
This party's over
The bells are ringing themselves
I'm going home

She was standing on the table
With a message on her skin
I might look right in her eyes
But I could not see in
I have loved you from a distance
Loved you from up close
Like the tiny frog that breathes
I can nestle in your cloak
This party's over
The bells are ringing themselves
And I'm going home

I was always in a hurry
But I never knew what for
Paranoia chased me out
And then time just closed the door
Now the party's over
The drugs are taking themselves
And I'm going home

crowhog2000 wrote: I love Robyn Hitchcock. You guys need to listen to more of his stuff...maybe something off the I Often Dream of Trains album or earlier Soft Boys stuff. I think the Leonard Cohen made you too melancholy to appreciate Robyn.

Bo-ring! Especially after Leonard-freakin'-Cohen. 3:15pm... must be Bill's naptime.

Is it intentional that the sound is going back and fro when listening to this with headphones, or did I just drink too much last night?

crowhog2000 wrote: It spooked me, 2.

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