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14ct jubb plate *w.i.p

w.i.p trying to make techno because I love it 

Now I was goin’ to Brownhills, down that trusty old A5,
And I had to cross Wall Island, beat the rush hour, and stay alive.
The dead-eyed flight from Birmingham to Lichfield was in flow,
The queues were long, the lights were red, and there was nowhere I could go.

Now every lane was marked up with the destination clear,
But patience ain’t a virtue, for them AUDI drivers here.
A sound of horns, a screech of tyres, another lucky miss,
At least I’m driving, imagine trying to cycle your way through this.

I reached the front, I picked a lane, took off across the line,
I took the turn, with room to spare, and thought it would be fine.
But a 44 ton wagon with his precious Tesco load,
He cut me up and he spat me out upon the Lichfield Road.

Now I’m counting traffic, lucky stars and no surprise,
I find myself relaxing with a big mac, shake and fries.


Ballad of Wall Island

notejuste

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