From a Dead Beat to an Old Greaser (Monte Carlo Studio Recording, January, 1976) [Steven Wilson Stereo Remix]

歌詞

From a dead beat to an old greaser here's thinking of you You won't remember the long nights coffee bars black tights and white thighs in shop windows where blonde assistants fully-fashioned a world made of dummies (with no mummies or daddies to reject them) When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows played F.B.I. And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture sat in the station sharing wet dreams of Charlie Parker Jack Kerouac, Ren'e Magritte to name a few of the heroes who were too wise for their own good left the young brood to go on living without them <Interldue> Old queers with young faces who remember your name though you're a dead beat with tired feet two ends that don't meet To a dead beat from an old greaser Think you must have me all wrong I didn't care friend I wasn't there, friend If it's the price of pint that you need ask me again