Ian Hatch (wererogue) wrote,
Ian Hatch

Inspired by a comment from Hazel


I hear that bus a comin'
She's rolling 'round the bend
And I ain't seen a band play since -
I don't know when
I'm stuck in Aberystwyth
And time keep dragging on
But that bus she keeps a rolling
On down to Aberaeron

When I was just a young kid
My mother told me "son"
Don't mess with drugs and cigarettes
They'll only do you harm
But I smoked a joint in London
I just had to try
When I hear the sheep a-bleating
I hang my head and cry


I bet there's goths a-drinking
In the Devon-shire Arms
They're prob'ly drinking snakebite
And dancing with their arms
Well I know it's for my future
I know it's my degree
But that city keep a-moving
And that's what tortures me


If I get out of this village
If the streets were once more mine
I'll order me some whisky
And - it'll feel fine
Far away from Aberystwyth
That's where I want to stay
And I'll let those Camden DJ's
Spin my blues away

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