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• Artiste: Mappe Of
• Titre: Nimbin
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My brothers haven’t written since they made for the coast I hope that they have found the lives that they wanted most I haven’t ticked the days away the past I can’t retrace But seven years is long enough to forget my face I walked along that mountainside to find a place to run Footsteps on a broken fence toward salvation Ask me what I’m searching for a place to lay my head Or fleeing from my mother’s eyes a morning sun red Heathen circles round the fire burning aimless souls Write a line to kill the time or tell us of your home Of the life I can recall a faint tinge of guilt How could I abandon them the house my father built I’m alone, I’m alone, severed growth a mortal home Vagaband won’t you carry on, vagabond won’t you carry on The shoes I gave without the soles to some bearded folk I tipped my cap to Adelaide and hung out the window Screaming with the ocean’s guide I look to the sun They’d give anything and everything to do what I had done