Robert Wyatt
Robert Wyatt - Costa (memories Of Under-development) lyrics
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Orange, Fierce orange of the egg shaped fireball Plopping into the ocean As the earth tips backwards towards night Orange, Scratched orange of the gas bottles Dragged to the door by the man in a wig Orange, Soft orange of two full moons One high, one low in a puddle mirror Floating in a pathole of the unmade road
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