Parisienne Walkways (Gary Moore)

Oliver Reed was being mischievous
On the aeroplane back from the court
Mona Lisa was smiling
On your way to the jurisdiction
Drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes
In the Place de la République
Sat in the sun also on the steps
Of the Musée du Louvre

Later with your esteemed translator
Stood in front of the judge who said
We don’t allow you to walk away
We don’t want you to walk away
Yet your smile soon disarmed him
Your infectious enthusiasm
Won them all over
Until the day when you walked away

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Whole Lotta Love (Led Zeppelin)

Way before Wichita Lineman
We thought the juke-box was ours
Way before Desert Island Discs
We thought the juke-box was ours
Swaying on the sodden sticky carpets
Strumming away on our favourite air guitars
Playing fast to impress the young ladies
Straying past for all and sundry to see

He moved on and she moved on
They moved on and we moved on
Two nights running we saw them
Two nights
Sleeping on the air vents
Outside the two cities railway stations
Two nights
Screaming out that life is a Whole Lotta Love

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Love Me Two Times (The Doors)

We posted our letters
We made our feelings known
We cursed and cursed our betters
For the winds of change had blown
We made our notes in the margins
Explaining why what was shown was shown
We explored the slopes of those margins
To see why what had grown had grown

I read again the letters
This time to search between the lines
I cursed again our bastard betters
And asked politely if I could pay the fines
We spooked ourselves more or less forever
With the essence of the myth
We saw the light but we were way less clever
On those B roads to there or herewith

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Last Of The English Roses (Pete Doherty)

This time I will almost make it
This time I will feel for sure
All alone now
With no more time to fake it
For you loneliness is my cure
This time I will delve deeper
This time I will engage the pure
All alone now
With no more time to be the keeper
For you emptiness I will endure

And why wouldn’t one repeat it
Again and again and again
Why wouldn’t one
Seek out a place to keep it
The stain, the stain, the stain
Yes, why, yes, and why not why
To carry your rose beside you
Yes, why not cry, and cry, and cry
For the English Rose
Which you coloured blue

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Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun (Pink Floyd)

High summer in the middle of springtime
Warmth and light on daytimes for leisure
Steam trains and caravans
Ice cream parlours and window shopping
Yes there is a racecourse
And a dozen or more fishing lakes
But it is expensive parking
To look down from the top of Sutton Bank

To see a faraway panoramic horizon
To see a sky turn into more than white
Here and now then to set the controls
For the heart of the sun
To venture where no one has before
To venture where no one can again
To turn on the turntables of immensity
Towards the heart of the son

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