Disgrace.
I tidied up my room today, Oh heck, was that a task. It's like the 'room of requirement', All you need's to ask.
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I tidied up my room today, Oh heck, was that a task. It's like the 'room of requirement', All you need's to ask.
Little grey bricks, Smooth circular walls. Small slate roof, Dripping water calls. A rope and a bucket, Wild ivy growing around, Long green grass... This enchanted place, found.
I remember the day I first saw her. Her hair red like saffron, her eyes like marbles, cats eye marbles. She was eight when I joined the church group, I found her sitting outside on The Artist's stone.
Paperclip. Holding my memories. Keeping them in their place. Reminding me of things gone by. Paperclip. Creasing the photograph of you in my diary. I wanted to keep it perfect.
I need a wish just one wish My tears hide my wishing star Nightly used to come now it's this I'm left gazing from afar I could really use a wish right now A dream a genie or a wish If only I...
Back the future Where my issues arise Mcfly in his Spacesuit Silent earthling Im in disguise Back to the future Punching biff in the diner Have I solved my problems.
Today I walked in the woods, I sat down on a log and got soaked by the rain, I didn't care if I was wet I just embraced it.
Hannah - these are things to keep you smiling. Family. Chris Bear. Trilby Dog. Ladybirds. Pancakes. Cupcakes. Sponge cake. Chocolate cake. Pretty much all cake. Noel fielding's comedy.
She stands tall and bright, like a sliver of moon light. Her hair is long and fair. Her celestial dress adorned with pearls gleaming in the night.
An ancient withered crone Sat upon her haggard throne: A rocking chair of wood, Creaking where it stood. Her withered hands were old, Not the graceful age that's told.
I say goodbye to the family and start another day of factory rules and factory tools and fools in factory grey.
Feedback from Guitarist's amp Singer looking Slightly camp Bassman's feet Made from lead What is he playing In his head Keyboard player Known from school Wiry hair Not so cool Drummer boy Yes that's...
My heart has been ripped out And torn in two, I'm beside myself I don't know what to do.
For some reason, I find myself continually wondering, whether I have been born in the wrong era, or the wrong ethnic group, or maybe even the wrong world.
When the childhood comes back again. Through the window of your fast life train. Just before train will reach final stop. Open window, let your childhood to hop. Into cabin where loneliness dwells.
I remember myself as a child; When I thought I would never grow up, When I thought the world was different, When I thought only good things could happen.
I look on with big eyes, My hair was so pale then. I was just a little child... watching it happen again. I saw the boxes get filled, And saw the furniture move. Another life packed into boxes.
The same song's playing on the radio. The same song I heard back in ninety four. When I was just a child. Playing cowboys running wild. Nostalgia sets in about half past ten.
Looking out to sea,find myself drifting away. To a far place in my mind,a place I never stay. A painfully place of memories and loss. A Busy road of feelings I can never cross.
I look around our little bus, My Mecca over the years But all of you slipped through my grasp As I tried to hold just one near.
Once there was a Summertide that seemed to last forever. It stretched into eternity, ending never. How I miss those far-flung days when friends were always at my side.
Sunshine in the morning, A smile upon your face, Love as day is dawning, Your dress, lined in lace.
The 90s were my favourite,so much change and fun. Started with gcse's leaving school,sitting in the sun. Was a junior manager at tesco plenty of cash to spend.
The 1980s were full of colour everywhere. New romantics and perm rockers with big hair. Being dropped off at school in my dads xr3. Ub40 and madness on top of the pops on the tv.