Clearing The Attic

If I had a penny for every thought
I sent your way with such angry bile
I’d be a rich man, but judging by the state I’m in
I’d be a sad one, a MAD one!
If I could keep things clear I know
I’d free myself from all the obstacles that keep me here and
I’d be a free man, win the lottery of life itself
Free my mind, paid in kind
I’d live to fight another day
I can find another way!
So, pen to paper nose to grind
I’ll fight my way out of the plastic bag I’ve put myself in
A soft-walled prison every bit as hard to escape from
If your mind sets hard — deal the cards
And somewhere far from here maybe
There’s an Andy watching as the Northern Lights traverse his sky
And Guy got famous
And Credo took the show to Wembley for their farewell tour
(They were back in '24)
And Sally’s on horseback on the western plains
And Cliff’s on radio (for the BBC again)
Geoff and Lambsie selling Glastonbury out for the umpteenth time…
… (Magenta headlined)