the pianos are hit There's the phantom, the mummy stands at the cliff Aztec Indians studying my sanscript Puffing peace pipes, Priest gets deep when he writes Bars
fossils Many a sad sullen pieta - Christ eternal held away from me Behind a brown and ancient glaze In my collection Facets of ego Gradually eclipsing mass between
there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou His eyes went rubbering round the room and he seemed in a kind of daze Till at last that old piano
there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou. His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze, Till at last that old piano