I don’t know why I call him Gerald.
I’ve got a bike, you can ride it if you like.
It’s got a basket, a bell that rings
And things to make it look good.
I’d give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I’ll give you anything, everything if you want things.
I’ve got a cloak it’s a bit of a joke.
There’s a tear up the front. It’s red and black.
I’ve had it for months.
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I’ll give you anything, everything if you want things.
I know a mouse, and he hasn’t got a house.
I don’t know why I call him Gerald.
He’s getting rather old, but he’s a good mouse.
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I’ll give you anything, everything if you want things.
I’ve got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish. They’re on the dish.
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I’ll give you anything, everything if you want things.
I know a room full of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork.
Let’s go into the other room and make them work.
words: syd barrett
5 kommentarer:
Hei!
Jeg så at du hadde kommentert hos meg for kanskje en måned siden, og i dag gikk jeg inn for å sjekke ut bloggen din (Ja, er litt treig :p). Kjempefin! Her skal jeg hente inspirasjon og finne ny musikk :))
Å, takk så meget :) så fint at du liker bloggen og finner inspirasjon i mine random innlegg!
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Se det stilige huset ^-^ Tenkte på deg! <3 savner deg :)
Herregud, hvorfor kunne ikke syd bare ha blitt ung og laget den musikken da? ??????? Altså.. laget all musikken han senere laget når han var like pen som på disse bildene..
han var bra pen ja? oh my, give me syd sier jeg bare. men har er jo død og begravet stakkar
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