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Colin Vearncombe (black)
seeds and stalks
born like the eye of a hurricanethe reverend john was his favoured name
one of many and
he loved his women and being high
and they laughed in his arms as they looked in his eyes and loved him
like you would too
if you did like heâ??s telling you to
ask her, ask her, ask her
if you canâ??t remember what itâ??s like before
you lose the sense that life is only
seeds and stalks (ask her)
he lived fast and loose he played long and hard he
played right down to the final card
if he had to
he said: hereâ??s the thing, it might seem insane
if i love â??em once i can do it again
if you ask them, theyâ??ll say the same
the better part of john is that he never blames
ask her, ask her, ask her
when you canâ??t recall what it was like before
you realised you needed more than seeds and stalks
only rainy eyed women could make him sad
lose everything that he never had
â??cept for choosing
heâ??d say: honey, come you can tell me it all
all of the thoughts you shouldda had before
especially the ones you tried to ignore
leap in the darkness and you only fall
â??cause youâ??re pretty but the armourâ??s wearing thin
ask her, ask her, ask her
youâ??ve got the time if you need to talk to
dream it up again as more than seeds and stalks
thereâ??s no-one there because no-one cares
â??cause they learned to smile and theyâ??re off somewhere playing happy
(are you) gonna live your life somewhere else entirely
than the place i see you stand before me with your mind anywhere
but in your skin
â??cause it donâ??t fit the shape youâ??re in?
ask her, ask her, ask her
the full moonâ??s not the time to want to talk
to criticise and say your lifeâ??s
just seeds and stalks
no maam!!