Romance and nostalgia the staples of my albion dream, I'm crying out for days gone by with no fear or cares of what will be.
Poor old blighty I lost you before I really found you but I know you're still there, forgotten in the corner of a dusty old boozer where flatcapped heroes tell your stories, their memories clear through the woodbine haze.
They're few and far between now, lost to time or greed or kicks, who will take on the mantle, the laureate for the next generation before you're lost forever?
1 comment:
I like it, I like it.... hope to see you soon, we're off to record, k.i.t xx
Post a Comment