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Testi Todd Rundgren - Lord Chancellors Nightmare Song

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Love unrequited, robs me of me rest,
Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers,
Love, nightmare like, lies heavy of me chest,
And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers.

When you're lying awake with a dismal headache and
repose is taboo'd by anxiety,
I conceive you may use any language you choose to
indulge in, without impropriety;
For your brain is on fire, the bed-clothes conspire of
usual slumber to plunder you:
First your counter-pane goes, and uncovers your toes,
and your sheet slips demurely from under you;
Then the blanketing tickles, you feel like mixed
pickles, so terribly sharp is the pricking,
And you're hot and you're cross, and you tumble and
toss 'til there's nothing 'twixt you and the
ticking.
Then the bed-clothes all creep to the ground in a heap
and you pick 'em all up in a tangle;
Next your pillow resigns and politely declines to
remain at it's usual angle!
Well, you get some repose in the form of a dose, with
hot eye-balls and head ever aching,
But your slumbering teems with such horrible dreams
that you'd very much better be waking;
For you dream you are crossing the Channel, and
tossing about in a steamer from Harwich,
Which is something between a large bathing machine and
a very small second class carriage,
And you're giving a treat (penny ice and cold meat) to
a party of friends and relations,
They're a ravenous horde, and they all come on board
at Sloane Square and South Kensington Stations.
And bound on that journey you find your attorney
(who started this morning from Devon);
He's a bit undersiz'd and you don't feel surpris'd
when he tells you he's only eleven.
Well you're driving l

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