Taken from "Delicious Pie And Thank You For Calling" 2003
"What it was
What it wasn't, what was true
And what I see
What it is not for you
And in all the world
There is no finer place
As such the dream up here is falling
I'll keep it close until the pattern breaks
When it breaks the dream is over
The kind of thing that makes me sing
And here it goes
Quite apparent but not so
The time to live
And pull out stitches as we go
In all the world
There is no finer place
As such the dream up here is falling
I'll keep it close until the pattern breaks
And when it breaks the dream is over
The kind of thing that makes me sing
As such the dream up here is falling
I'll keep it close until the pattern breaks
And when it breaks the dream is over
The kind of thing that makes me sing
Yah!"
A rather fast outtake from "Self-Inflicted Aerial Nostalgia" and is therefore quite an old Pollard song and recording which you can tell from his vocal style. Pollard vocal style did change over the years from his younger sharper voice to his slower gruffer delivery in later recordings but always maintaining that unique Pollard delivery. Its amazing how sometimes he sound so "damn american" and then so "bloody english". Back to the song. Not too bad.
Tuesday, 27 March 2007
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A fist pumper.
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