Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dallas Crane
Dallas Crane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Satchell
Peter Satchell
Songwriter

Lyrics

I don’t understand
This only happens to the other man
And maybe I should build a wall
But with a door and glass bricks
So I can look out to my small world
I’m kinda thinking hypothetical
And denial that ain’t living at all
So lucky me
A unique situation
Parallel inspiration
Invitation to dress in new skin
And though hesitation
Is the cold realisation
In a glass we could be tonic and gin
I’m so not surprised
That my bones are being
Feasted on by butterflies
And in time I’ll be eaten alive
Lucky me
And as the man say
It’s like I’ve called on
John Coltrane and Lady Day
You too can wash my troubles away
Lucky me
Ain’t it strange,
How overnight your life can get rearranged
And your movie moves along
To a different score
There’s no complaints
I know the reservations and jealous I ain’t
I just dig the fact that I can be
Be a piece of a mysterious energy
I think I understand
It’s just the song of a silent man
And it’s me whose gonna sing this verse
About a gypsy girl with a scorpio curse
Who’s walked into my small world
That’s got me hooked like I’m on chemicals
To deny it ain’t living at all
Lucky me
And as Gil Scott say
It’s like I’ve called on
John Coltrane and Lady Day
Like you they wash my troubles away
Lucky me
Written by: Peter Satchell
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