I can feel your ribs, but that's no complaint
So go and shoot for the moon, and I'll just wait
In cafes past, carry on
And I spy dogs, at some we laugh
Do you remember the price, of those beers?
Though they couldn't play, they couldn't even play
And we laughed, and hid behind books
We could not read, although we looked the part
And had another, we couldn't even speak
And he saw our foreign looks, and he cursed
Yeah, the rhythm sucked, and his equipment fucked
Carry on
And he knows this cannot last, and dreams he's far away
Dreams he's far away
And if he got himself a mask, could he really fly away
Could he really fly away?
And he hurled, a coarse insult
At our smiles, although we meant no harm
Yeah, we were just in France, carrying on
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- Songs from Moving Up Country
- Moving Up Country
- Uncut 2003.02: Rebellious Jukebox
- Rolling Stone: New Noises, Volume 55
- Just Beyond the River
- Tender to the Blues
- If Only You Were Lonely: Lovesongs, Laments and 21st...
- HMV Playlist SDR09A
- Worlds of Possibility
- Live at Le Poisson Mouillé
- Mister Foe (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
- 25 Records Presents 25 Songs
- Surf Song
- Just Beyond the River (Sampler)
- Moving Up Country (Sampler)
- Sweet Jesus / I Spy Dogs
- St Patrick
- Hallam Foe: Original Soundtrack
- Moving Up Country 10th Anniversary Edition
- Welcome to James Yorkston