Only a palace with interior doors Well painted well gargoyled with multiple floors Two windows let free this projector machine and the magical world here
Prevod: Incredible String Band. Head.
When I was born I had no head My eye was single and my body was filled with light And the light that I was, was the light that I saw by And the light
all the storms of his career few troubles he had missed His tale was wrote from ear to ear, and he looked like this: Throughout the land his gallant band
for a rumble from Jericho, waiting for the world to begin I'm a bareback rider, I'm an outsider and love to dance the boogaloo I'm a turnip head, I'
head beneath some holy awning Would think that such a night of tortured travelling Could bring such a glory morning And feel his heart sucked to his head
