Boiling Boy (John Peel Session)

Gifts of the west winds

Dark and deep

In secret sunsets

Spaces creep

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Progress with a vision

To practice with at home

A schism with an ism

To practice with at home

A collision with decision

To practice with at home

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He transferred his soul

To his imagination

His atoms were excited

And he glowed in the dark

The boiling boy

Was a picture of confusion

But he had the advantage

Of a cold start heart

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