He’s at the centre

She’s at the centre


Monday morning, commotion throughout, Reverberations of a bells sound.

A sweetheart calls, I venture forth, a voice so fair I had no thought.


Preaching on the pro’s of naval aviation

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“ha n’a n’a n an n’a n’a heeee n’a”

I’m so enthralled by this grand affair so I choose to be one with the scum of this air 


Nought is true

So unclean

Smells so bad

Looked so grand 


The thing left at one o’clock 


But no It is awful

And sweat is running down

No it is awful

And the silesfunder he, -
“hem I n’a n’a n’a neeeeeeeeeeeeee!”


I dream of a woman with the teeth of a raven and the hands of a porcupine

Yes a sweetheart with the teeth of a raven and the feet of a prawn and the legs of a....


Scrap pofff puff poff bluah bla

Skre poff pef a hé n’a ne ne ne n’a o


Sweat is running down my face I wish it could be cold, so I could get
 a bottle full of it and sell it to the old. Their leather cannot handle
 heatand cracks repulsively, I’d sell to soothe my eyesight not because 
they have the need

He says, “come here sweetheart, give me a kiss”, with the thoughts of a sister whom he so dearly missed.

I understand the reason and feel to comply, “but please first you must understand the reason why is because that

I dream of a woman with the teeth of a raven and the hands of a porcupine.

And She’d be so sweet, she’d be so nice and she’d be all of mine.

Yes a sweetheart with the teeth of a raven and the hands of a porcupine.

She’d be so sweet yes she’d be so nice, teeth of a raven,hands of a porcupine.”