The High Llamas

The Dutchman was dressed to impress, Walking through streets that were laid with distress. By the barstool Patiently sat Little collie stares back Two wrongs do not make a right, Though there are times when it feels they just might I don't know my ri

A sudden wind cuts through the song Five hundred people can't be wrong. This place is finished I can tell, This place is finished they're gonna sell Can't quite believe what i've just seen, Construction workers dressed in green A supermarket on the h

take care to avoid the heavy stuff i give up, this literature is fluff trawled through sketches of notes the night before chased the baffled employess floor to floor hung a 'do not disturb' on glass swing doors fabled diaries written to be read creak