Dimples
O, my love is like a red, red rose that's newly sprung in June,
O, my love is like a melody that's sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry my dear,
and the rocks melt wi' the sun:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
while the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel awhile,
And I will come again, my dear,
tho''twere ten thousand mile ...
Tho''twere ten thousand miles my dear,
Tho''tw
O, my love is like a melody that's sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry my dear,
and the rocks melt wi' the sun:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
while the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel awhile,
And I will come again, my dear,
tho''twere ten thousand mile ...
Tho''twere ten thousand miles my dear,
Tho''tw
Marooned
The time is too short
but never too long
to reach ahead,
to project the image,
which will in time become a concrete dream.
Another cigarette,
another day,
from A to B,
again avoiding C, D, and E,
'cause E is where you play the blues.
Avoiding a death
is to win the game,
to avoid relegation,
the big E.
Drowning in the big swim,
rising to the surface
The smell of you
That's the lowdown