England’s Bones
Up on the Downside by Ian Freud The moss that grows on England’s bones Is dark and green and grows unseen Cold hearts moulder in the earth Beneath the oaks that they gave birth So
Thoughts on Songwriting
Up on the Downside by Ian Freud The moss that grows on England’s bones Is dark and green and grows unseen Cold hearts moulder in the earth Beneath the oaks that they gave birth So
Up on the Downside by Ian Freud I think this is the house Unless I am mistaken Yes – there; those are the blinds We’d close to prying eyes I remember then When you were
Up on the Downside by Ian Freud I remember that I saw you on a glossy photograph Lying on your back on a blanket In the middle of a field of grass Shielding your eyes