#73

"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells,
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home."

"Under the tongue root a fight most dread, and another raging behind, in the head."

Too stupid for jazz, too smart for Rock'n'roll.

"Under the tongue root a fight most dread, and another raging behind, in the head."

Too stupid for jazz, too smart for Rock'n'roll.

"Under the tongue root a fight most dread, and another raging behind, in the head."

"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells,
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home."

"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells,
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home."

"Under the tongue root a fight most dread, and another raging behind, in the head."

"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells,
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home."

Too stupid for jazz, too smart for Rock'n'roll.

Too stupid for jazz, too smart for Rock'n'roll.

"Under the tongue root a fight most dread, and another raging behind, in the head."