The opening track from The Puddle's acclaimed 2007 album "No Love - No Hate" - their first album of new recordings in over 15 years.
Words & Music by George D. Henderson
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Though I run from all sequellae/ Still your sweet face keeps arriving like the King's head/ All my reveries interrupted/ And my sleep and dreams disrupted by your nuisance/ To a mind obsessed by lyrics/ Of the memories and the traces of your presence/ You should be here/ You should come near/ Just to see the things you've done and take some credit/ You were such a charmer on my arm/ I never thought I'd have to do without you/ But you sold yourself to no-one else/ Without so much as asking my "How-d'you-do?"/ Now I don't want to know/ to read to show/ To call you up and tell you what you're thinking/ Because I could be wrong/ That has been known/ And we won't know for sure/ Until the sequel/ Who thought such bliss could come to this/ That ignorance would come to seem enlightened?/ You just took your turn to burn me up/ To turn me on and leave me unenlightened/ Now I don't want to hear about him dear/ But I don't want to spend another night in/ I'm on my own/ It seems I've smashed the phone/ But in my dreams I see you wrapped up/ Like the Pythoness you are.
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