The Wolfgang Press

The Wolfgang Press - Going South lyrics

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Peace and love - a phoney kind of blubber 
My instincts tell me to crash 
You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them 
I somesow think this won't last 

So I'm moving south 
To the great unknown 
Yeah I'm moving south 
Where the head unloads 

You've got a reason 
Some funky little demons 
Telling me that life is a gas 
You're a deconstruction a euphemism nothing 
Motown gives it a blast 

So I'm moving south 
To the great unknown 
Yeah I'm going south 
Where the head unloads 

Called my brother - he said I need a lawyer 
And my life is sinking at best 
Called my brother - he said I've just become 
A moaner who lives in the past 
You've got a vision 
Some funky little 'isms 
Telling me that life is a gas 
Your misconception is a pitiful expression 
It's something I'll never possess 

So I'm moving south 
To the great unknown 
Yeah I'm moving south 
Where the head unloads 

Peace and love - a phoney kind of blubber 
My instincts tell me to crash 
You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them 
I somesow think this won't last 

So I'm moving south 
To the great unknown 
Yeah I'm moving south 
Where the head unloads 

(Allen, Gray, Cox) 

Bass: Dave Curtis. 
Percussion Programming: Robin Brown, Drostan Madden, Apollo 440. 
Dobro Guitar: Noko. 
Backing Vocals: Claudia Fontaine. 
Engineered: Drostan Madden, Andy Kowalski. 

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Language: English

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