Song | Brixton Leaves |
Artist | Duke Special |
Album | Songs from the Deep Forest |
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Rose, she ain’t like the others | |
She spins, a dervish mother | |
Her bright brown hair and her acorn eyes | |
She gets me there when she hypnotises | |
But Brixton leaves me alone | |
Another drunken evening | |
Red wine you’re so deceiving | |
Her photograph is my only friend | |
This one wild year just won’t seem to end | |
And Brixton leaves me alone | |
But the sun will rise once more | |
Well, it better | |
The sun will rise once more | |
If we let her | |
But Brixton leaves me alone | |
Just one more night in London | |
Home is a distant drumlin | |
With it’s ‘No retreat’ and ‘Our time has come’ | |
Well, curse those fifes and damn those drums | |
Belfast leave me alone | |
But the sun will rise once more | |
Well, it better | |
The sun will rise once more | |
If we let her | |
But Brixton leaves me alone |
Rose, she ain' t like the others | |
She spins, a dervish mother | |
Her bright brown hair and her acorn eyes | |
She gets me there when she hypnotises | |
But Brixton leaves me alone | |
Another drunken evening | |
Red wine you' re so deceiving | |
Her photograph is my only friend | |
This one wild year just won' t seem to end | |
And Brixton leaves me alone | |
But the sun will rise once more | |
Well, it better | |
The sun will rise once more | |
If we let her | |
But Brixton leaves me alone | |
Just one more night in London | |
Home is a distant drumlin | |
With it' s ' No retreat' and ' Our time has come' | |
Well, curse those fifes and damn those drums | |
Belfast leave me alone | |
But the sun will rise once more | |
Well, it better | |
The sun will rise once more | |
If we let her | |
But Brixton leaves me alone |
Rose, she ain' t like the others | |
She spins, a dervish mother | |
Her bright brown hair and her acorn eyes | |
She gets me there when she hypnotises | |
But Brixton leaves me alone | |
Another drunken evening | |
Red wine you' re so deceiving | |
Her photograph is my only friend | |
This one wild year just won' t seem to end | |
And Brixton leaves me alone | |
But the sun will rise once more | |
Well, it better | |
The sun will rise once more | |
If we let her | |
But Brixton leaves me alone | |
Just one more night in London | |
Home is a distant drumlin | |
With it' s ' No retreat' and ' Our time has come' | |
Well, curse those fifes and damn those drums | |
Belfast leave me alone | |
But the sun will rise once more | |
Well, it better | |
The sun will rise once more | |
If we let her | |
But Brixton leaves me alone |