The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had, had to go
Never to go
The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
at those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times
And I will love to see that day
That day is mine
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees
And play the songs we made
They made me so
And I would love to see that day
Her day was mine
Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long
And wouldn’t it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong
You know its gonna make it that much better
When we can say goodnight and stay together
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could wake up
In the morning when the day is new
And after having spent the day together
Hold each other close the whole night through
The happy times together we’ve been spending
I wish that every kiss was never ending
Oh Wouldn’t it be nice
Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true (run, run, run)
Baby then there wouldn’t be a single thing we couldn’t do
We could be married (we could be married)
And then we’d be happy (then we’d be happy)
Wouldn’t it be nice
You know it seems the more we talk about it
It only makes it worse to live without it
But lets talk about it
Oh, wouldn’t it be nice
good night my baby
sleep tight my baby
good night my baby
sleep tight my baby
good night my baby
sleep tight my baby
good night my baby
sleep tight my baby
I’m coming up only to hold you under
I’m coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard and we wonder
To know you all wrong we were
Really too late to call so we wait for
Morning to wake you is all we got
To know me as hardly golden
To know me all wrong they were
And every occasion I will be ready for the funeral
And every occasion once more is called the funeral
Every occasion I am ready for the funeral
And every occasion one brilliant day funeral
I am coming up only to show you down for it
I am coming up only to show you wrong
To the outside
The dead leaves, they are alive
For they don’t have trees to hang their hearts
And every occasion I will be ready for the funeral
And every occasion once more is called the funeral
And every occasion I am ready for the funeral
And every occasion one brilliant day funeral.
Some indulgent self promotion we created today whilst watching bearded weirdos on Dragons Den.. rocking out some seated head banging with the sounds of Local Natives…listening to the rain outside..and also contemplating the serious matter of: just what would you do if a bird flew in through your window?
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Without further a due we are the super who’s. Who might you ask are the super who’s? Well you may firstly question, who is indeed super? ‘Super’ is a rather subjective term…for instance it is a well known fact that the spork is a highly superior piece of cutlery than its predecessors; the fork and spoon. As part of the super who’s, I was once rendered ‘super’ via a sticker which was awarded to me by my reception teacher for an exemplery piece of colouring. So you see, at this point in this strange conundrum…we, I, who? should probably begin by explaining to you that the plan of action for this piece of literature-not unlike an olden day book, now another member of the masses of the virtual interweb library..has no real direction.. as such. We will merely bring you the excesses of our brains, usually in the form of music, imagery, and other strange objects that might encounter our craniums.
