Lletres:
Paul Kelly And The Messengers

my bed Trip the light And who of us can tell what's real and what's fantastic You do it right No-one else could have such grace and be so spastic Let

Paul Kelly (Mushroom Music) Late on a Friday my husband went up to the mountains with three friends They took provisions and bottles of bourbon to last

Paul Kelly (Mushroom) I've been drinking muddy water And it tastes like turpentine I've been leaving muddy footprints Up and down the Morgan line Crows

Paul Kelly (Mushroom Music) I have the moon in my bed Every night down she falls I have the moon in my bed I had nothing, now I have it all And I have

Paul Kelly (Mushroom Music) I woke up with all my clothes on Cigarette smoke in my hair Unglued my eyes and saw a dirty room Spilling ashtray by my bed

be so reckless Throw down your guns Like Scott in the Antarctic Base camp so far away Russian subs beneath the Arctic Burke and Wills and camels Initials

Paul Kelly (Mushroom) Hello blue stranger Sitting there all alone With your glass of sorrow you seem so far from home Maybe you will let me buy a round

Paul Kelly (Mushroom Music) In the morning we wreck the bed You bring me coffee black and boiling Then we start up again and the coffee goes cold I wake

Paul Kelly (Mushroom Music) Many lives I could have lived, many trails taken It always seems that way at twenty-three You walk into a room sometime and