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October (First Version)

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  • She wears her Japanese silk slippers
    She's standing in a blizzard of post-it notes
    On an Afghan rug and smiles
    I comb a hand through my hair
    I'm fumbling for a word but it's not there
    There's just a blind spot in my memory
    A friend wrote me a letter
    From his cigarette break
    He says he kind of found religion now
    He says he's doing fine
    A motorbike is roaring by outside
    I think it would be nice to take a ride
    Or spend a while in someone else's head
    On the street the psychedelic alcoholic
    From number 14 passes me by
    He grins as if he knew something
    Rent a flat, says a poster,
    Rent a thought, rent a lifestyle
    Today I saw a shopping cart duel
    In the supermarket aisle
    No sweets in the sweet shop,
    No wind in the tree tops
    And there's something in the air
    Early snow in October,
    All the drunkards are sober
    And there's something in the air
    All the while I think I gotta leave,
    No-one's nice these days
    And no-one pays their bills and I've been told
    My heart's in perfect shape
    Salesmen mumble bible quotings
    On the radio like tinnitus
    Irony is over, take the trash out
    Who said that?
    No sweets in the sweet shop,
    No wind in the tree tops
    And there's something in the air
    Early snow in October,
    All the drunkards are sober
    And there's something in the air
    She wears her Japanese silk slippers
    She's standing in a blizzard of post-it notes
    On an Afghan rug and smiles
    The world has turned into a blur
    With only random scenes in focus
    Cut-out images I cannot possibly explain
    No sweets in the sweet shop,
    No wind in the tree tops
    And there's something in the air
    Early snow in October,
    All the drunkards are sober
    And there's something in the air
  • She wears her Japanese silk slippers
    She's standing in a blizzard of post-it notes
    On an Afghan rug and smiles
    I comb a hand through my hair
    I'm fumbling for a word but it's not there
    There's just a blind spot in my memory
    A friend wrote me a letter
    From his cigarette break
    He says he kind of found religion now
    He says he's doing fine
    A motorbike is roaring by outside
    I think it would be nice to take a ride
    Or spend a while in someone else's head
    On the street the psychedelic alcoholic
    From number 14 passes me by
    He grins as if he knew something
    Rent a flat, says a poster,
    Rent a thought, rent a lifestyle
    Today I saw a shopping cart duel
    In the supermarket aisle
    No sweets in the sweet shop,
    No wind in the tree tops
    And there's something in the air
    Early snow in October,
    All the drunkards are sober
    And there's something in the air
    All the while I think I gotta leave,
    No-one's nice these days
    And no-one pays their bills and I've been told
    My heart's in perfect shape
    Salesmen mumble bible quotings
    On the radio like tinnitus
    Irony is over, take the trash out
    Who said that?
    No sweets in the sweet shop,
    No wind in the tree tops
    And there's something in the air
    Early snow in October,
    All the drunkards are sober
    And there's something in the air
    She wears her Japanese silk slippers
    She's standing in a blizzard of post-it notes
    On an Afghan rug and smiles
    The world has turned into a blur
    With only random scenes in focus
    Cut-out images I cannot possibly explain
    No sweets in the sweet shop,
    No wind in the tree tops
    And there's something in the air
    Early snow in October,
    All the drunkards are sober
    And there's something in the air