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• Artiste: Bevis Frond (The)
• Titre: Waving
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The view from city buses Is most wondrous to behold As the panoply of bridges, domes And alleyways unfolds And there down among the debris Is a face that you once knew And you hope she doesn't notice That she's waving at you Are you cash inside a cylinder In Mother London's shop, To be popped around the system 'Til the air is all used up? So you sit there in the carriage Turning seven shades of blue And the people on the platform Are all waving at you So you backed that little runaround It was going for a song And now you wish you'd never bothered 'Cos it's always going wrong And you break down on the West way And the rain turns into blue And the Q.P.R. supporters Are all waving at you Oh, the pressures of survival, They can break an honest man And the lack of understanding Is so hard to understand If you want to leave the party Then you'd better join the queue And the ones who beat you to it Are all waving at you