Shining
Brightly
In The
Sun
Lit
a cigarette
Got to lazing in my chair
Had a glass of beer
Had another one
On the player my friend John
Singing I’m so tired
Watched
a photograph
Well you did wear your hair
A little longer then
Remembered Jean’s café
You’d got back from your holiday
You weren’t very kind
Smoke-eyed
child, you
seem to be
pretentious
Jungle child, you’re mad after adventures
Boredom child, I’m not the Prince of Wales
You’ll carry on
Leaving me knickknacked gimcracked blackjacked
Had
my whisky
straight
Gee I woke up about eight
The sun was out to shine
Had a glass of juice
Then I had to lay me down
Feelin‘ all that booze
Smoke-eyed
child ...
Got
nowhere to
go
Got to lazing in my chair
Drifted in a dream
Here’s
the story
of a king
He loved his mistress with all his mighty heart
She was lovely like the moon
And one day she died
The king mourned deep to the edge of the universe
Then he erected a monument
Shining brightly in the sun
It looked enchanting in the glamour of the day
The king removed the coffin there
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