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AFTER TIME |
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(P. Assirati) I wrote this song years before this recording. It owes a lot to a cafe off Tottenham Court Road in London. I like those Squeeze songs that are like a condensed version of a play like 'Piccadilly', or Dylan's '4 th time around'. It's my attempt. The vocal ad libs at the end are many and varied but mainly from Astral Weeks as well as made up on the spot from our heads, that's me trying to be Joe Strummer - My hero. |
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We meet again in the same old place
My heart's on the floor and her hair's in her face
She turns to me, she'll swear and she'll say We tried and we twisted, we bent 'til we broke
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