Ageing Raver - Roy Harper

Stain-glass people filling the sooty city but he’s sleeping

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Eight in the morning daydreams are forming but he’s sleeping

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He’s a younger version of a face upon a picture inside an antique locket

Staggering around outside of time inside the candy of a bottle in his pocket

He’s no idea which way the sun has gone

Hyde Park Corner on Sunday and Whitehall’s a terribly good place to sit

And Newquay’s a good beach to lie on and dry in the sun and sing «Trouble in Mind»

Fifty times in-between every trip

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Party at midnight waterloo station everyone smiling

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Her mummy’s in Bermuda — Daddy’s trying hard to lose her.

The King’s Road’s

absolutely full of holes

Picasso’s in the bathroom marble couches in the toilet and a bidet in the Rolls

And Wimpole Street hormone like an ocean never drains

The see-saw city of London — The jigsaw puzzle of light

The flashing elastic confusion of all that’s been done — and the reasons for

doing

That all disappeared in the night

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