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Western wind catches in your Celtic hair
Fans it round your face like flames around the sun
Created on 2006-12-02 17:30:09 (#11741382), last updated 2007-10-26
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| Name: | Lynsey Wells |
|---|---|
| Location: | Glasgow, Scotland |
| Website: | Swallow and Smile FF roleplaying community |
Anxiously awaiting the birth of my baby in September.
I have been immortalized in a song by my good friends in the band Franz Ferdinand:
Great Western Wind catches in your Celtic hair
Flicks it round your face like flames around the sun
In the bright cold air you seem as innocent and fair
As Rita Tushingham in 1961
Well, Lynsey Wells
How I wish that I could feel so good
I wish that I could be as good as you
Well, Lynsey Wells
How I wish that I could feel the good
Beyond the poison in us like you do
LP records in your little hands
Put them on your little dansette for a dance
All those men sing you'll never walk alone
But you'll never let them break your little heart.
Well, Lynsey Wells
How I wish that I could feel so good
I wish that I could be as good as you
Well, Lynsey Wells
How I wish that I could feel the good
Beyond the poison in us like you do
If you have some sort of secret
If you need someone to tell
You can tell me
Because my memory
Always fails
I will forget
And your secret
Will remain
Yes the secret
The secret
Will remain
Well, Lynsey Wells
How I wish that I could feel so good
I wish that I could be as good as you
Well, Lynsey Wells
How I wish that I could feel the good
Beyond the poison in us like you do...
Disclaimer: I am not claiming to really be Lynsey Wells. This journal is for roleplaying purposes only. Sue me and you'll find out just how poor working writers really are. The writer's personal journal is at
viva_lla_gloria.
I have been immortalized in a song by my good friends in the band Franz Ferdinand:
Great Western Wind catches in your Celtic hair
Flicks it round your face like flames around the sun
In the bright cold air you seem as innocent and fair
As Rita Tushingham in 1961
Well, Lynsey Wells
How I wish that I could feel so good
I wish that I could be as good as you
Well, Lynsey Wells
How I wish that I could feel the good
Beyond the poison in us like you do
LP records in your little hands
Put them on your little dansette for a dance
All those men sing you'll never walk alone
But you'll never let them break your little heart.
Well, Lynsey Wells
How I wish that I could feel so good
I wish that I could be as good as you
Well, Lynsey Wells
How I wish that I could feel the good
Beyond the poison in us like you do
If you have some sort of secret
If you need someone to tell
You can tell me
Because my memory
Always fails
I will forget
And your secret
Will remain
Yes the secret
The secret
Will remain
Well, Lynsey Wells
How I wish that I could feel so good
I wish that I could be as good as you
Well, Lynsey Wells
How I wish that I could feel the good
Beyond the poison in us like you do...
Disclaimer: I am not claiming to really be Lynsey Wells. This journal is for roleplaying purposes only. Sue me and you'll find out just how poor working writers really are. The writer's personal journal is at
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