Get off of my property My condolences In your time of grief/ My punishments Of the petty thief
My embellishmentsOn a thin excuse/My irrelevancePut to good use/Get off of my property
Moths
I was born/Beneath a paper mill/On a sulphur-outlined island
And the place was a combustible/ Without even trying
I ran to the train tracks/ When you went away
But then you found me / At the end of the day
We've added to our instrument palette an electric guitar which means that Occupant will be "plugged," at times, in future sessions. We thought: "The Kinks" yesterday, composed a melodic track involving a wandering riff and Q was pushed to sing like a dandy. It was a workmanlike effort.
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