Laughing Boy - Julian Cope

The wind it plays upon your hair

A vision of the glorious sea

The wind that follows down from there

Incarcerates the sea

The waking hours are the loneliest ones

For the sinister boys like me

Travelling east, straight *line* through the past

I’m happy in morality

Oh no don’t cast me out of here (repeat)

Oh no don’t cast me out

I said No I got no place to go

The King and Queen of my estates

My Real Estates are real

The King and Queen have offered me

The estate of *Robert Peel*

Is it talent you need

Like the talent you see

Like the talent clear for me

And the sign that says

Like a carpet I rolled away

Oh no don’t cast me out of here (repeat)

Oh no don’t cast me out

I said No I got no place to go

The wind it plays upon your hair

So ever so gloriously

So be content

With the apples spent

On the William Tell *on/ of* me

As the faces they bleed

Watch them dull and recede

Won’t you help to keep my spirit clear

Stay a week and a day

And never go away

Be forever in my presence dear