That my head were a spring of water
And my eyes a fountain of tears
To weep all sorrow
Under the window of your closing joy
I will not dally
I will make haste to thee
Nor will I stumble at the bark of the dog
The sharpened of the boar
What a mouth could say
Forget me not, my lovely
To sound all laughing
And trumpet to our new year
I will not dally
I will make haste to thee
Nor will I stumble at the bark of the dog
The sharpened tusk of the boar
1 | Bad Luck |
2 | Dank Is The Air Of Death And Loathing |
3 | I Am A Raw Youth |
4 | Enemy |
5 | Baby Let Your Heart Out |
6 | Raw Youth |
7 | Is This It |
8 | At Rush Hour The Cars |