Local view for "http://dbtune.org/jamendo/lyrics/46184"

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ns1:text	"13. WHY THE ORANGE IS STILL IN THE ROAD (música: convidat; lletra: Simon Falkus) My Dad always said it pays to keep your foot in the door Being in Pots and Pans he should know. Now sitting four wooden seats behind on a bus Gulping on regret at the un-imbibabal beauty of surface With hard-on eyes, clumsy as a finger to actually possess. Floating in backwater eddies of twig and negro silt. Dip your finger in and slide it under the slip Trembling drawn falling from smooth little nape to blade Combing as they part to rake the brown light from her hair. Seduced by pubescent leaves, suede shoes and skin. Here beauty grows like weeds out of walls. Who knows what another bend this river will bring. Once I could have had it easy in Lambs ears pink Been weaned on rusks mashed up warm in Mother`s milk. Her peach-furred cheeks, sadly looking set to bruise. Tongue over eager from years of waiting to be asked Stroked to a sleep ordained in that particular page of reading. Every meandering slide past demands better reason to stop. Well parcelled reasons unwrapped can turn out the meanest of gifts Because she wore blue becomes absolutely meant to be. Could force a pin, stripped of story, in last weeks perfect partners Next bus, if it comes, will be right to wherever it goes. Becalmed and considering the possible sea’s random pleasures. No cake and worship, just wondering why one and not another."^^xsd:string

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"13. WHY THE ORANGE IS STILL IN THE ROAD (música: convidat; lletra: Simon Falkus) My Dad always said it pays to keep your foot in the door Being in Pots and Pans he should know. Now sitting four wooden seats behind on a bus Gulping on regret at the un-imbibabal beauty of surface With hard-on eyes, clumsy as a finger to actually possess. Floating in backwater eddies of twig and negro silt. Dip your finger in and slide it under the slip Trembling drawn falling from smooth little nape to blade Combing as they part to rake the brown light from her hair. Seduced by pubescent leaves, suede shoes and skin. Here beauty grows like weeds out of walls. Who knows what another bend this river will bring. Once I could have had it easy in Lambs ears pink Been weaned on rusks mashed up warm in Mother`s milk. Her peach-furred cheeks, sadly looking set to bruise. Tongue over eager from years of waiting to be asked Stroked to a sleep ordained in that particular page of reading. Every meandering slide past demands better reason to stop. Well parcelled reasons unwrapped can turn out the meanest of gifts Because she wore blue becomes absolutely meant to be. Could force a pin, stripped of story, in last weeks perfect partners Next bus, if it comes, will be right to wherever it goes. Becalmed and considering the possible sea’s random pleasures. No cake and worship, just wondering why one and not another."^^xsd:string

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