and dreams they are, just castles in the air...
Did the Phoenix dream? Could it? Does it? Dreams of sweet nothings? Nightmares? The emerald green of paddy fields transforming to crimson walls of fire?
Wake up poet.
The times - they aren't a'changin, this world is largely fake...
25 Mar 2005
Minor Song - The Miners' Song
(like) the canary in a coalmine, trudging on the thin line...
taking you down the strawberry fields, for ever...
(even) though the lunatic is still not in my head...
this song in A Minor i presume it's time to call the police...
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