Name: rock n' roll myths (the lessons in my dreams) by ThaSleepyBoii
Duration: 1 min 44 s
Description: ThaSleepyBoii: Vocals, acoustic guitar, production.

ThaSleepyBoi: Vocals, guitar, synthesizer, production, composition.
Artur Rogonosets: Piano.

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ThaSleepyBoi: Vocals, acoustic guitars, synthesizers, harmonica, production.

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Old Irish Drunks - Lyrics

Well he left home one Sligo day and he kept on going until he came to a halt
And they heard nothing of their lost son since London had swallowed him up
Each night he drank himself to sleep in a town where he lived but did not belong
These streets were built by men who came from the earth then covered it up

They built these streets of Cricklewood
They built these streets of Kilburn
They built these streets of Cricklewood
And they built them good
Built them good

Living on the far edge he broke his toes in the High Road cold
His last days he told me how much he loved all he said he hated most

They built these streets of Cricklewood
They built these streets of Kilburn
They built these streets of Cricklewood
And they built them good
Built them good

And all the roads remain
And all the roads remain
And all the roads remain
And all the roads remain

Built them good
Built them good
Built them good
Built them good

Strange Part of the Country

Old Irish Drunks

Bandcamp

Time Settles - Lyrics 

And the decision made a hole, a vacancy in a vital inner chamber in my bones
This is what finally separated me from all my friends for whom I became skeletal

Time settles over me
Time settles over me

And then the places I visit became the same inside world that I thought I was in
And like a fly scribbling the air I know neither the place nor what the hour is

Time settles over me
Time settles over me

And I, far off inside, was old

And now the years are closing in, each minute the last minute and following me

rock n' roll myths (the lessons in my dreams)

ThaSleepyBoii

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