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Hello! You are very welcome to EllY Tree's lyric pages.  I love words so I hope you find some to interest you here.

WALKING BACKWARDS

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S t r u n g o u t on a mainframe like crows 

hung

out

to

dry

It's organized chaos from crack to crack

 

When you’re walking backwards you can remember the dead

When you’re walking backwards But you can’t escape your head

 

On every pavement on every one way street

Love lies bleeding

Examine the state of your soul 

Examine the state of your underwear

 

When you’re walking backwards you can’t remember your own name

When you’re walking backwardsYou can’t escape your head

 

Every illusion is 

falling away no hidden meanings

Ai escaped from the prison 

Running from trust

running from trust

running from trust

 

There is no fixed gender identity 

among the nations of Gethen 

A native of Terra

This is the story of Genly Ai

 

When you’re walking backwards you can remember the dead

When you’re walking backwards you can’t remember your name

When you’re walking backwards nothing looks the same

 

No-one can tell you goodbye 

 

YOU CAN'T ESCAPE YOUR HEAD

EINSTEIN IN THE PATENT OFFICE

 

 

There are some flowers in this crown of thorn

Some beauty woven through the pain

There is excitement in a dangerous place

We weigh the loss against the gain

We weigh the loss against the gain

 

 

 

Both owls and flowers have taken flight in me

Beating their petal-driven wings

Revolving endlessly inside my skul

The circle ends where it begin

The circle ends where it begins

 

 

 

And Einstein is in the patent office

Unsynchronising time (unsynchronising time)

And Mr Jones is getting hyper in the wings and

Debbie is still hanging on the telephone line

 

 

 

Timing is everything but time's a bitch

Sneaking up to pass you by

Fast or slow it runs but which is which?

While minutes crawl the years fly

While minutes crawl the years are flying by

 

 

And Einstein is in the patent office

Unsynchronising time, unsynchronising time

And Mr Jones is sniffing cocaine in the wings 

Debbie's going mental on the telephone line

 

Both owls and flowers in this crown of thorns

Some beauty woven through the pain

 

 

 

 

(c) Helen Woodbridge 09/2018

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