Click on the tracks to enjoy the songs via Spotify. (I love them all, by the way.)
Love is like a grain of sand, slowly slipping through your hand
(not grains of sand, just one grain)
Through the coldest winter in almost fourteen years
(not almost fifteen, not almost twenty – almost fourteen years?)
Where Eleanor had risen to kiss the neck below my head
(as opposed to the neck below my... armpit?)
We parachute in, we parachute out
(We parachute out?)
I jump in my car, and I throw in my guitar
(OK, John, so first you jump in your car, then you...?)
In times like these, it’s good to have a friend
In times like these, on whom you can depend on.
(nice example of tautology, Alan)
Show me a motion, tra-la-la-la-laBoney M - Brown Girl In The Ring
(strange scatological request from Boney M)
Slowly walking down the hall, Faster than a cannonball.
(Oasis demonstrating Einstein’s theory of relativity, perhaps)
Of course, sometimes it’s deliberate, and in the hands of the master...
And he just smoked my eyelids, and punched my cigarette
(wonderful)
