Lyrics The Dabsong Conshirtoe - Caravan

The Dabsong Conshirtoe

Man is the child of Child, the father of the Man
Like pools within the pool and waves upon the sand
Like birds that fly so free, that somewhere must begin
The rain like circles begins again
All my life, this has been a mystery
I can close my eyes and clearly see
Everytime I’m happy in dream your memories bring me down
Set me free — let me be Like flowing waters past the rippled stones of time
Like old men ageing, drifting, answering through their minds
Under a bridge of peace of woods that don’t forget
She stops and stares as if we’ve never met
For all I know, this could be my destiny
Searching every hour of each day
Everything and nothing in my life wondering where you are
Calling you
Ben Karratt Rides Again
So please — answer me, let me see
Oh — what went wrong?
You took so long!
I’ve been spinning 'round, down and down
Now — it really seems it’s all a dream
All I want is all the life in me to be free
Oh, the time has come to get things done
I can waste no more, so move over
You — you just bring me down with all your playing around
So play the rules and keep it cool
All I want is all the life in me to be free
All I want is all the life in me to be free
All I want is all the life in me to be free
All I want is all the life in me to be free
For all I know, this could be my destiny
Searching every hour of each day
Everything and nothing in my life wondering where you are
Calling you, wanting you…
Pro’s and Con’s
Hey, Big Brenda
You say there’s things that you don’t allow
If you can’t take a gift from the horse’s mouth
I want my money back right now
Big black suspenders
It really makes it seem so obscene
All those great rolls of fat, just imagine that
Paying for a piece of your dream
Hey Big-boobed Barbara
It’s a business doing pleasure with you
I know that it’s late, but I just can’t wait
La-di-da-di-da-di-dum-do
Hey Easy Elsie
You know that my mamelon’s for you
It’s a strange sight, but have all you like
Just let me know when you’re through
Fat Flabby Freda
An orgy of pure blubber and flesh
From all that I see, I just cannot dream
Why they say you’re six of the best
Hey, Naughty Nora
You say that it is bottom or bust
I think that it’s true, you’re one of the few
Whose service I can really trust
Wraiks and Ladders
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Sneaking out the Bare Square
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All Sorts of Unmentionable Things
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