dissabte, 5 de juliol del 2025

swinging london






I read your manifestoes
And your strange religious tracts
You took me to your library
And kissed me in the stacks

Planets crash, world goes nova
Sun explodes, all goes black
You went off swinging London
And forgot to come back

You couldn't grok my race car
But you dug the roadside blur
You weren't into my airplane
But you loved the whirling world

Planets crash, world goes nova
Sun explodes, all goes black
You went off swinging London
And forgot to come back

Baby, come back

 

The Magnetic Fields
Holiday, 1994

 

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