NICK GARRIE - The Nightmare Of JB Stanislas [Festival Alta Fidelidad 30-12-2009] 7/17 - Video
PUBLISHED:  Jun 18, 2012
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LYRICS:
My windowpane is a little cracked
One day I'll mend it wipe away my tracks
I met a crab today in my backyard
I tried to smile but it was too hard
I watched that crab from way above
From Beirut's mainland to the shores of love

Her eyes are reeling wheeling feeling through my mind
My name is Stanislas
Your face is kind
I'm going to take you
Take you, take you, take you to my home
Of faded purple and ancient gold

I could trim the garden if I felt inclined
Or I could buy a dog and lead the blind
Inside the kitchen or beside the fire
It's much the same the flames don't get no higher

Her fingers touched me stroked my eyes ran through my hair
My name is Stanislas
Your face is kind
Take me, take me, take me to your home
Of faded purple and ancient gold

My head is sore I've slept so bad
I dreamt a whore sat on my table mat
Perhaps my dreams are good to know
But I feel so bad and my head hurts so

Your lips are moving turning curling into smiles
My name is Stanislas
My name is Stanislas
My name is Stanislas of that I'm sure
Now I am Stanislas of that I'm sure
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