Rupert Hine
scratching at success
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He's scratching at success like some poor dog locked in a room
His claws are torn and sore and still no one will open up the door
The water he drank long ago and food can't ease the roaring pain
And even as he howls, no, no, no one will bring him fame
I told you so many times, so many times, so many times, so many times my nails are wet
You are the one I will forget
- Album:
- Postman Pat (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
- Miscellaneous
- A Week or Two in the Real World
- Better Off Dead
- The Wildest Wish to Fly
- The Shallow End
- Immunity
- Hifi Visionen: Oldie-CD 3
- Dressed in Black, Volume 3
- Songs for Tibet: The Art of Peace
- MiniMax
- 1981... Rocks On
- Our Definition of Eighties
- A Tribute to Some Bizarre, Volume 1