If you're leaving please still say goodbye? And if you are leaving can you leave me my silver jubilee mug? My old flag? My dark woods? My sunrise?
If you're leaving can you please say goodbye? And if you are leaving can you leave your number? I'll pack my case And get in the cab And wave you goodbye
I'll drive in the early hours down to the sea I'll stand on the beach where the storms amplify All the voices that I care for And the ghosts I hold sacred
In this alignment that lasts for a day There's nothing that I can do anyway, anyway What am I doing here? Waiting for you?
So rebuild the railways Firm up all the roads No one is leaving Now this is your home And the horses, the foxes, the sheep, and the cows Bow down on their knees To the fanfare of progress, it's always the same We cheer on the clowns as they roll into town But their faces look tired and sad to me And carry the terrible things they've seen
All lost in a painting of a sky coloured oil In this Merrie Land
You are my crows, my window rattlers Perfumed valley criers Oh the dark ponds of Merrie England The deep space echoes Get on your mo What did you say? Mobility (you can fly) Get on your mobilised hooters (to the moon) Hooters Mobilised Hooters (One day) Get hold of those mobilised hooters They are half price
This is not rhetoric It comes from my heart I love this country Daneland, I am your kin You were the ones who work together Put the money in the pockets To the few and their fortunes Who crowd the school benches And jeer at us all 'cause they don't care about us They're graceless and you shouldn't be with them 'Cause they are all disconnected and raised up in mansions And two hundred plastic bags in a whale's stomach So you turn to the trident Are we green, are we pleasant? We're not either of those, Father We're a shaking wreck where nothing grows Lost in the sky coloured oils of Merrie Land
You can fly to the moon One day
Writer/s: Anthony Oladipo Allen, Damon Albarn, Paul Gustave Simonon, Simon Tong, ALLEN ANTHONY OLADIPO
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Royalty Network
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The first version of The Beatles "Helter Skelter" was a 27 minute jam, so you can imagine what Ringo was going through pounding away all that time. To convince the guys that he needed a break, he screamed, "I've got blisters on my fingers!" This was included on the fadeout.