
Date of issue: 08.02.2015
Song language: English
Munro Bagger |
Farewell and all the best |
as the sun sets sail without us. |
A thousand tricks could make us sick |
but the problem’s what we left behind us. |
Farewell and all the best |
as the sun sets sail without us. |
A thousand tricks could make us sick |
but the problem’s what we left behind us. |
Your mammalian moves |
or the jobs on the Costa Concordia. |
Enthusiastic kid got tricked |
on his gullible travels. |
I don’t know what wildness washed over me |
but I knew where I wanted to be. |
In the old woods, |
where the old boy planted his trees. |
Not for recognition or praise |
he did that stuff in secrecy. |
The last time I looked this place was in shame |
but this one tiny oak tree remained. |
Farewell and all the best |
as the sun sets sail without us, |
A thousand tricks could make us sick |
but the problem’s what we left behind us. |
And people get weary |
and hate all the fuss and degradation, |
But I looked at this man |
so passively and sighed. |