GLASTONBURY SONG
The phone rings in a West London hovel
Where the landlady just doesn’t care
Between the mice and the holes in the fabric
Would one of the Portraits be there?
I run a show in the town of Pilton
You may just have heard of its name
I’m heading there with a million others
And we’d love it if you’d come and play
There’s a heart drumming behind me
There’s a crowd who breathe in
My every tone
Why was it so long in coming?
I’ve a feeling I’ve just come home
Just come home
Bear with me twenty-five seconds
While I open the window and scream
And fire June’s paper arrows
Made of pages I’ve just wiped clean
There’s a heart…
Four weeks, twenty voices and heartache
And a shiny new band later on
Join a line, muddy flowers and excess
A queue of love ten miles long
There’s a heart…
The phone rings in a West London hovel
Where the landlady just doesn’t care
Between the mice and the holes in the fabric
Would one of the Portraits be there?
I run a show in the town of Pilton
You may just have heard of its name
I’m heading there with a million others
And we’d love it if you’d come and play
There’s a heart drumming behind me
There’s a crowd who breathe in
My every tone
Why was it so long in coming?
I’ve a feeling I’ve just come home
Just come home
Bear with me twenty-five seconds
While I open the window and scream
And fire June’s paper arrows
Made of pages I’ve just wiped clean
There’s a heart…
Four weeks, twenty voices and heartache
And a shiny new band later on
Join a line, muddy flowers and excess
A queue of love ten miles long
There’s a heart…