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There’s a city, draped in net
Fisherman net
And in the half light, in the half light
It looks like every tower
Is covered in webs
Moving and glistening and rocking
It’s babies in rhythm
As the spider of time is climbing
Over the ruins

There were hundreds of people living here
Sails at the windows
And the planes came crashing down
And many a pilot drowned
And the speed boats flying above
Put your hand over the side of the boat
What do you feel?

My mother and her little brown jug
It held her milk
And now it holds our memories
I can hear her singing
“Little brown jug don’t I love thee”
“Little brown jug don’t I love thee”
Ho ho ho, hee hee hee

I hear her laughing
She is standing in the kitchen
As we come in the back door
See it fall
See it fall
Oh little spider climbing out of a broken jug
And the pieces will lay there a while
In a house draped in net
In a room filled with coral
Sails at the window
Forests of masts
Put your hand over the side of the boat
Put your hand over the side of the boat
What do you feel?

There goes Elvis kicking up a landslide
Close shave now he’s back on the flipside
Stretch taxi gonna fly me to the Hollywood Bowl
It’s a bitch Jack when you need some feedback
You hang while they hold you and you never get the ring back...

Sweet and gentle sensitive man
With an obsessive nature and deep fascination
For numbers
And a complete infatuation with the calculation
Of PI

Oh he love, he love, he love
He does love his numbers
And they run, they run, they run...

(Working Part 3)

1.
Well I worked on a site and I soldered up pipes
And I still ended up with nothing left to show
So I thought I’d give it one more go
I met this bloke and I thought it was a joke...

Traffic jams, Concorde drones
TV s and radios drown me out
You won t change slamming doors
Temper, temper, that tongue of yours, drown me out
I ve told you once when it comes to love
I m like a swan, I only love once...

To ja świat nie jest mój
W domu puste szklanki znowu pokrył kurz
Nie czuje nic, co sam chciałbym czuć
Jak ktoś, kogo nie ma

Blady dzień kaleczy twarz
I nie cieszy mnie już
Twój śmiech
Nie ja

Jak kwiat
Spalony na popiół przez słońce
Tak ja
Przegrałem...