Apricots letra

back in the eighties
the air smelled like roses

i flew my big black balloon
as an accountant, over the City
staring straight at the moon



then all my friends quit smoking
saying an ill wind had set in
none of us can win



i started drinking in City gymnasiums
hanging out with the guys
now all the streets are empty
no one calls I'm eating in
apricots from tins



get in the car
no
get in the car
no
look I said get in the car
i told you i'm not going
no
no
no

i'm not going
i won't get in the car
get in the car
no, i'm not going

The High Llamas - Letras

• Apricots
• Bach Ze
• Banking on Karma
• Birdies Sing
• Black Ballon
• Campers in Control
• Checking in, Checking out
• Cropduster
• Cuckoo's Out
• Dressing Up The Old Dakota
• Giddy and Gay
• Holland
• Ill-Fitting Suits
• Island People
• Literature Is Fluff
• Market Traders
• Might As well be Dumbo
• Nomads
• Peppy
• Period music
• Pilgrims
• Put yourself down
• Sailing bells
• The bacaroo
• The Dutchman
• The goat Looks
• The goat strings
• The hot revivalist
• The taximan's daughter
• Theaterland
• Tides
• Track goes
• Up in The Hills