Rossi, Parfitt, Brown and Edwards,
Sang of those Pictures,
Pictures of Matchstick Men,
While I was sitting in My Chair,
Sailing my Paper Plane,
Across the way to Caroline.
I was with them when they went Down down,
When Rockin’ All Over The World,
Again And Again.
Making us Rock ‘til You Drop,
With Whatever You Want.
Their music is still with us,
With me.
Whenever I hear their music start
I know exactly what I am going to get,
And a smile comes upon my face.
My head starts bouncing,
My feet start moving,
And takes me back to younger days,
Where I hoped that their rocking,
Don’t Stop.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
A wonderful group from an amazing time for music
They certainly were David.
Andy
I once bumped into Parfitt at a petrol station in Richmond London, and interesting moment I think he was also putting petrol in his Ferrari. 🌹
Great times Teddy.
Andy
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