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My day began with the FourTet song 'Smile around the face' Well I was at the bus stop zombie rolling a cigarette, I'd woken up late, I was taking off my headphones to hear this old lady who wanted to talk She said: "My husband smoked that brand before he died in the World War And it would be my pleasure, No, I'd be in your debt If you let me stand next to you while you smoke your cigarette" I said: "My second hand smoke is yours" She wore a faded pink rain mack Her hair white patchy wisps And I knew she was really quite old through something I had noticed Those who are close to Heaven can be picked out of a crowd By the simple fact that on their heads they wear a cloud Well this woman wore a cloud... I finished my cigarette and the bus arrived I knew that I'd done good by the way the woman smiled It wasn't anything chemical, No aroma, scent nor smell It was the memory of her husband's love the woman had inhaled And she was complete just for a moment Well on the bus there was this couple solving clues in a crossword And they were reading them out loud and some of them I overheard The clues were not important but something beautiful occurred SongtexteI could spell L O V E with the first letter of each word He put the newspaper on the seat behind His head moved close to her So close in fact so very close he was breathing her hair He need not breathe fresh air I got off the bus and walked down this little road just off South Ealing And saw the fence outside the park by which a woman was kneeling A cardboard box bed and a toilet bowl to rest his head The tramp who was sleeping there had died and was replaced by flowers instead But who leaves flowers for the ruined and homeless But the prostitute that changed his life? When corporate dreams filled his corporate head he'd been caught cheating by his wife Well enraged she took his house his car His money and his kids So the prostitute she showed him her halo and where her wings were clipped And her angelic voice he'd never heard Explained life's purpose to the nomad And she sang profanity He was alive and he understood That just to love and he loved her well it would set him free And he died while he kissed her And he made her happy Well I put my hand on her shoulder and said: "You're complete and you are free" And I'm still trying to see a little good in everyone I meet I'm still making up fantasies for people I pass in the street It's so easy to feel pain in a world full of cities torn by war Where I see fallen angels you might see junkies and whores And where I find empty promises you might find the Lord We're all just seeds in a sack in a gardening store We mean nothing at all Because we are just our stories And maybe I'm singing this right now, And all you hear is the melody And maybe that's what makes you free Well are you!? Aus Songtexte Mania