Written between the 28th-29th of September 2011
Over the hills and far away
Below a cloud of smoke
John Bonham sketches skeletons
To the rhythm of a cracking record, playin’
Some 70’s hit
Filling the time he’s trying to kill
He doesn’t have much heart left for anybody else
He’s already too burnt by this little girl,
And I swear, John Bonham,
If I knew what keeps me so tied to your velvet skin,
Then I’d fix it, believe me, and you’d never have to hear
My name, again, but I don’t,
and we’re still broken needles scratching our un-song, on, on, on
You shook me dazed and confused
It’s nobody’s fault but yours
I just can’t quit since I’ve been loving you
You get me sick as usual / you’re the best bad thing for me
Halfway up the stairway
You can’t follow him there
Can’t follow him anywhere if his right foot’s on the beat of
Some 70’s hit
Filling the time he’s trying to kill
He doesn’t have much heart left for anybody else
He’s already too burnt by this little girl,
And I swear, John Bonham
If I knew what keeps me so tied to your velvet skin,
Then I’d fix it, believe me, and you’d never have to hear
My name, again, but I don’t,
and we’re still broken needles scratching our un-song, on, on, on
Your good memory won’t haunt you
My lack of surely will
You drum away your sorrows while I untangle my strings
Your good memory won’t haunt you
My lack of surely will
You drum away your sorrows and I’ll try and let you live______
If I knew what keeps me so tied to your velvet skin,
And I swear, John Bonham
If I knew what keeps me so tied to your velvet skin,
Then I’d fix it, believe me, and you’d never have to hear
My name, again, but I don’t,
and we’re still broken needles scratching our un-song, on, on, on
ohh, ohh, no, no, no.