It's a shoemaker holograph no
meantime how flowery the poke
I go there to rotor my barber
and very occasionally
the pow pow Powder Opera
I live up the roof in Christ knows where,
baskets bury hell in hello borderish
I can’t work it out
Inwardly wince
at this bad blabbermouth
and his blood sad primate
The lob around here, it’s
quiet where I am (quiet where I am)
but the nonsense (if I want it)
is just a few misapprehensions away
The nonsense
(if I want it)
just a few
misapprehensions away
Source: http://theothersideofeverything.com/flip/2005/03/holloway-road/
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