| Tonight I stay home on the phone
|
| Talking to the persons unknown
|
| Take me another zone
|
| This is my life on the phone
|
| Well I feel like Donald Duck
|
| Sold my eyes for an ounce of luck
|
| And now my back’s on fire
|
| With burning why
|
| The people upstairs don’t scream so high
|
| I decided to fly off again
|
| And flew really high above
|
| The way and the festival site
|
| As I was taking off I was for the first time
|
| Aware of the people might see me taking off
|
| And landing or flying around generally
|
| I felt very anonymous and detached from everyone
|
| Soulful, sad and sombre
|
| I felt very anonymous and detached from everyone
|
| So I sat quite sad and sombre
|
| Fl-
|
| Flying away from the site and the motorway
|
| Quite high, but suddenly decided to head back
|
| From the ticket office on the edge of the site
|
| Sadly couldn’t make it by myself
|
| So I ended on a flight
|
| In previous dreams I felt I couldn’t control the flight
|
| But sometimes I could by stretching out my arms
|
| And flap my little hands, in the case of the dream
|
| Didn’t work so I Superman-dreamed
|
| I couldn’t do it in the Superman-style
|
| So I tried flying off to Glasgow
|
| And I was flying Superman-style along the M8
|
| And I got caught more and more
|
| City came lower and lower
|
| So I don’t think I wanted to
|
| Couldn’t fly anymore
|
| Landed on a car-roof
|
| A woman saw me
|
| Suddenly appear on the car
|
| But she couldn’t carry anything
|
| She walked down the street
|
| But she was boodlebaddledenemy
|
| I went in a small shop
|
| Wanted to buy ???
|
| It wasn’t a shop
|
| It was two small flats
|
| And a sort of a porch bit
|
| Suddenly realised it was someone’s house
|
| And I left
|
| And that’s all I gonna be remembering for right now |