Casey Neill and the Norway Rats
This Year Was a Blur
black wall of rain, get in and get downthe winter king & his stormy crownNovember came, November wentthe chain of days, & stir of events& what it meant I'm not sure& even though it was a good onethis year was a blurpirate the hours from devil time a cup of kindness for old lang syneocean to ocean, sky to skyturn and face backwards, wave good byeaction is the curesorrow trailing out behind usthis year was a blurwe put our heads in the sand a little deeperinstead of waking up we joined the sleepersall these years of promise squandersdown these long and empty street I wanderclear the fog from my mind, the mud from my bootsdust off my hound's tooth suitthe past is another country my dearbut the gang hasn't gone, the gang's all here& together we'll endurekick it over to the next oneThis year was a blurkick it over to the next onekick it over to the next one
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