Tin Pan Valley

Lyrics
I come from Tin Pan Valley and I'm moving right along I live on former glory, so long ago and gone I'm turning down the talk shows, the humor and the couch I'm moving up to higher ground, I've found a new way out There's parasols and barbecues and loungers by the pool Late night conversations filled with twentieth-century cool My peers may flirt with cabaret, some fake the rebel yell Me, I'm moving up to higher ground, I must escape their hell Let me suspend my thirst for knowledge in your powder, sweat, and sighs A grudge of Christian women, a stain of spotless wives A perfect destination inside a perfect world I take the bottle to the baby, you take the hammer to the pearl Like this Ooohh like this Ooohh like this Oohhh like this Every day's like Sunday down here on memory lane Salad days and no-good ways can drive me quite insane A cocktail-clouded troubadour attempts to speak in tongues He's said, "Enough, I'm through the door, I'm moving right along Along, along, along" Like this Ooohh like this Ooohh yeah yeah Like this Oooohhh like this Ooooohhhhh like this Like this Oohhh
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Credits
- Writers
- Clive Deamer
- Billy Fuller
- John Baggott
- Justin Adams
- Liam Tyson
- Robert Plant