A Forestful Of Rogues

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James Yorkston - Pop, Folk

A Forestful Of Rogues

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I read somewhere you pick up one end of a stick And you also raise the other And here I am between my son and my father And they whisper "Well, who put him in charge" All the secret's out, the tide clock here it has surely turned The burn has bolted, the horse has folded As a recorder of strange things I can feed on familiarities Here in my dwam, on the cusp of On the edge of similarity And the wisdom rolls Never take a shortcut through a forestful of rogues And forget those words, they were never sincere How else did we end up round here And I need them all I need them all I need them all I need them all Empty my pockets of loose change That son of yours, tell me just what was his name And who put you in charge If I say so myself and I damn well do, I would rather it were you I make a wish and it was still you If I say so myself and I damn well do, I would rather it were you I make a wish and it is still you And I need them all I need them all

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  • James Yorkston