... White Duck!"

*rrrrrrrrrrrrr*

Tom Jones konnt ich leider nicht finden. Ups, nein, war selbstverständlich nur Spaß.

*lach*

Brusthaartoupets sind teuer, heutzutage.

;-D

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Tull, 1975


One White Duck

There`s a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way.
And there`s a note on the telephone - some roses on a
Tray.
And the motorway`s stretching right out to us all,
As i pull on my old wings - one white duck on your wall.
Isn`t it just too damn real?

One white...

I`ll catch a ride on your violin - strung upon your bow.
And i`ll float on your melody - sing your chorus soft
And low.
There`s a picture-view postcard to say that i called.
You can see from the fireplace, one white duck
On your wall.
Isn`t it just too damn real?

One white...

So fly away peter and fly away paul - from the
Finger-tip ledge of contentment.
The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls.
And i`m probably bound to deceive you after all.

Something must be wrong with me and my brain -
If i`m so patently unrewarding.
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that
Way - and my zero to your power of ten equals
Nothing at all.

There`s no double-lock defense; there`s no chain on my door.
I`m available for consultation,
But remember your way in is also my way out, and
Love`s four-letter word is no compensation.

Well, i`m the black ace dog-handler: i`m a waiter on
Skates --- so don`t you jump to your foreskin conclusion.
Because i`m up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays -
To be cleared before i can dine on your sweet sunday
Lunch confusion.