The Bridge

The Bridge

A view from my train window on my way home from Carlisle through a country I have seen way too little of I found out.

Over bridge of sighs
To rest my eyes in shades of green
Under dreamin’ spires
To Itchycoo Park, that’s where I’ve been

What did you do there?
I got high
What did you feel there?
Well I cried
But why the tears there?
I’ll tell you why
It’s all too beautiful
It’s all too beautiful
It’s all too beautiful
It’s all too beautiful



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    Pedro
    August 23rd, 2007 at 08:10

    As green as a golf course. FORE!

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    Ramil
    August 23rd, 2007 at 08:12

    Beautiful… I’d like to set this photo as my desktop’s background… Where i can get a big-sized picture?

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    Ingrid
    August 23rd, 2007 at 13:40

    @Pedro: it’s teletubbies land :)

    @Ramil: if you send a mail to the girl who took the picture, she is probably nice enough to send it to you :)

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    Pedro
    August 23rd, 2007 at 15:56

    Eh-oh! ;-)

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    grigorisgirl
    August 23rd, 2007 at 20:39

    Itchycoo Park! A classic, I had photos of the Small Faces on the inside of my school desk!! (Yes, I am that old!)

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    Ingrid
    August 24th, 2007 at 00:13

    Being old has nothing to do with age. So I don’t think you are old, at all! :)

    Eh-oh – good one :-)

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