Music: D.G. Womb / Words: D.G. Womb You’ve been working out in the sun for too long With joyful pleasure, I do not consent So lay low down, lay low down on the ground Stay close to the floor, stay close to the door And now all the cats have been let out of all the bags And everyone enquires “what was that all about?” So let’s party for the ages, so let’s party for our times May the stars burn bright, let the stars burn bright tonight When at night tormented you sleep The wind

Music: D.G. Womb / Words: D.G. Womb Two thousand miles to see you That was two thousand miles ago Forty years since I first heard your...

Music: D.G. Womb / Words: D.G. Womb These were dark, dark times Just to see the light as a steep, steep climb We were like convicts held...

Music: D.G. Womb / Words: D.G. Womb The Man of Montreal The Man of Montreal The Man of Montreal The Man of Montreal The Man of Montreal...