Back to The Kellaways
(Words and Music : Alf Davies)
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Singing in soaking warm rain, my pain is an open field I peeled off the outer skin, found thin inner beauty there A fair sunny day and a glass of champagne then remained The anger had gone as a fierce summer storm, I refrained Reading a book in the rain, the drain full of paper cups And up in the sky the brown haze, is razed with a single swipe Of Mercedes' new blades, mirror-max shades still remain The anger is there but the clean breath of air, I refrain |
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The wind blowing hard in my face Sleet driven sheets cross the bay Trees arc and flick back in place Blow away the words, I'm glad I never say |
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Waiting for a tram in the rain, the sane and the less so collect Like insects at night round a flame, blame isn't easily pinned The sinner is swift with the gift of the gab he remains My anger is gone as a brief thunder storm, is contained |
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The wind blowing hard in my face Sleet driven sheets cross the bay Trees arc and flick back in place Blow away the words The wind blowing hard in my face Sleet driven sheets cross the bay Trees arc and flick back in place Blow away the words, I'm glad I never say |
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