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It Wasn’t Really There
Steve Skaith / Mike Jones
Lyrics
They’re playing Ferry on the stereo,
And you can go when you want to.
No one to stand in your way
No sense making hay
Your haystacks full of needles.
In this twilight of Beatles
When fun’s on the run
There’s no spring in the air.
You feel you’re being driven
You’re being driven but you’re going nowhere
And from a riverbank
A kestrel in the air
Attacks a firecrest
That isn’t really there.
You can make a start with ‘Yesterday’
You can put your things together
No time for drying of eyes in a tissue of lies
And the issue’s getting cloudy.
The crowd is getting rowdy
You’re too far from the the bar
Watch your ‘P’s and ‘Q’ s
When your the only witness
The only witness
But there’s no one to accuse
It isn’t easier with Aznavour
But you turn that volume louder
Who needs the throwing of rice
To live poor as church mice
And go scratching in the skirting
All that darting and hurting
Why should it last for life
It’s just a port of call
They say it’s lover leap
One lover leaps and the other one falls.
And from a riverbank
A kestrel in the air
Attacks a firecrest
That isn’t really there.
And once a firecrest
In pale September air
Made a kestrel think
It wasn’t really there.
It wasn’t really there.
It wasn’t really there.
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