Voute 69 |
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Stake out at Elephant Edge And a building that’s full Of some African people Who’ve so much to teach me I ’d like to sojourn here A little bit longer Under the shade of your walls; Stashed in the cellar Where nobody wanted to be; Under a tumble-down bridge: You sort through the rubble... . You have to be careful In case all the people; The workaday people Who trade their existence for money, Should find out at last, After all of these years You were building a home In the stars. Voute 69, the hole inthe wall; The place where I wanted to be Most of all, Unless I should die in your arms. It’s almost a railway but isn’t, It’s almost outside but it isn’t: It’s almost a railway. It’s nearly the nastiest place in the world: It’s almost a place I call home. |
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Ross Chapman | |
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