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Rating: They called him Roy because he always asked for cigarettes, long beard and guitar chords like an orchestra.
In his mind, a forest of concrete trees lost in strange folk tales, flying elephants, Donovan, bottles spinning empty on the asphalt under a light rain in a yellow raincoat.
We're in 1967, there's a confetti madness in the air; if you want, you can eat them.
Folk and magical Barrettian boxes.
Spring-like melodies.
Spring-like melodies, little elephants, long beards, and folk stories lost among gray streets that magically sing colors.
In exchange for a cigarette, he tells you stories with his long colorful beard.
To a few, it seems like little, but a colorful beard is not a little thing.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
06 Blackpool (05:14)
The rain falls like diamonds
Pinpricks the still waters
And spreadeagles its laughter
Across the green sheet of
The sleeping sea
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