I'm still doing time, but I don't mind waiting
mind my state of mind, or I'll soon be fading
out of my world, lost from my thoughts
fading in dreams like a ghost forgotten
Cut from the frame, gone down the drain,
washed in the rain
And I'm not what you want, but my heart's still in it
tonight I'll sleep alone, but I still remember us
up in your room, drunk on perfume
scary little girl with her bright eyes burning
Windows of rain, hair daisy chained
The cold city lights on the broad horizon
I did not ever want to leave you in that room of treasures
And I'm not what you need,
but your heart's still in it
So I have to leave, oh sweet Lolynia
I'm back on the street, off to myself,
hanging with the band at the red door alley
the old port of call, back to the wall,
just watching it all
But I'm not what you need
but if your hearts still in it
don't wear it on your sleeve,
sweet Lolynia
I'm out on the road, making new foes,
with the telephone jones, that's the life I'm living
When you're nowhere for long, everyone's wrong
They all know my songs except the one I'm singing...
So, please don't sing along.
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth