Mick Harvey - October Boy | Текст песни

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• Mick Harvey
• October Boy

October Boy, born a little pointed
October Boy, with a witty tongue
October Boy, soon to be anointed
with a sonic gun

October Boy, sang his songs of sadness
October Boy, loved the Shangri-Las
October Boy, showed no signs of madness
was close to the top but no cigar

October Boy, took the rock’n’roll poison
October Boy, bought into that myth
October Boy, paid the price (and then some)
of an experimentalist

October Boy, left us draped in flowers
October Boy, a single rose upon the side
Just like the guitar he’d wrenched and tortured
Both silent on their last ride

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