Sitting on a park bench --
eyeing ittle girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.

Sun streaking cold --
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end --
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone --
the army's up the rode
salvation a la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze --
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.

(Eric Clapton and Jim Gordon)
What'll you do when you get lonely
And nobody's waiting by your side?
You've been running and hiding much too long.
You know it's just your foolish pride.

[Chorus:]
Layla, you've got me on my knees.
Layla, I'm begging, darling please.
Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind.

I tried to give you consolation
When your old man had let you down.
Like a fool, I fell in love with you,
Turned my whole world upside down.

[Chorus]

Let's make the best of the situation
Before I finally go insane.
Please don't say we'll never find a way
And tell me all my love's in vain.

[Chorus 2x]

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth.
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself.
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out.

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins.
And it wears him out, it wears him out.
It wears him out, it wears . . .

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love.
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run.
And it wears me out, it wears me out.
It wears me out, it wears me out.

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time.
Oh, oh.

I shall retrace my steps
To cover up my tracks
To conceal my taste for treason
To detach you from me
And the hatred offered by a fathers heart
Will always keep brothers apart
We are tranquil and benevolent
We don't like noisy surprises
We stay on the move
For stillness brings death
And slowness brings fear

We men of cold politeness
Shall never melt into that kindness of yours
No matter how we try

You say why weep over what?
We say weep until the weeping’s done
And we shall weep for another day
For what binds us to our grief
Binds the sculptor to his clay
For what binds us to our grief
Binds the sculptor to his clay
We are the most alive
The most rootless
With whips and chains we cross
The ruins of Europe
And from time to time
Trapped in reflections
We feel there's no place
No home for us but this land

This land is mine
This land is yours

You only suffer as long as you want to
Men like us do not let each other drown

We share the sweetest black bread
That delicate grain of scorn

No god, no master, no master slave
I no longer serve you, nor your palace of flesh
When loneliness spreads out between our sheets
Our sacrifice is a knife at the throat of time
But we shall cut it up some other day
For what binds us to our grief
Binds the sculptor to his clay
For what binds us to our grief
Binds the sculptor to his clay
In life, in love, in longing
I know
I deserted like you

”Without wealth, without property
Without official title or office...”

(J. Fogerty)
Someone told me long ago There's a calm before the storm,
I know; It's been comin' for some time.
When it's over, so they say, It'll rain a sunny day,
I know; Shinin' down like water.
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I want to know, Have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, Have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day?

Yesterday, and days before, Sun is cold and rain is hard,
I know; Been that way for all my time.
'Til forever, on it goes Through the circle, fast and slow,
I know; It can't stop, I wonder.

CHORUS
Yeah!
CHORUS