Spirit of the west - Waiting for martin lyrics

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I'm waiting for Martin, in a theatre that's darkened

I found a secret box in Christchruch

Bought a new pen making sure that it works

He lives in two flats that stand back to back

From here rang the bells of the submarine

Squeezed out from amongst the figurines

We hunt him down and flock to him from miles around

Drop a soft bomb and a sketch book

In for tea and a quick look

At the Big Chill...

At the Big Chill...

He spies the trashcan, picks up a bottle and tosses it in

Here where the two flats meet

Here on the clean side of his street

I'm standing with Martin amongst the crates and the cartons

My head was spinning and it never stopped

I got a rubber neck in this cracker joke shop

And they, they walk him down

A pilgrimage from world's around

Marching with their pens and sketchbooks

In for tea and one brave word

With the Big Chill...

With the Big Chill...

With the Big Chill...

With the Big Chill...<br />

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Thanks to razvan