Lyrics Laughing Boy - Julian Cope

The wind it plays upon your hair
A vision of the glorious sea
The wind that follows down from there
Incarcerates the sea
The waking hours are the loneliest ones
For the sinister boys like me
Travelling east, straight *line* through the past
I'm happy in morality
Oh no don't cast me out of here (repeat)
Oh no don't cast me out
I said No I got no place to go
The King and Queen of my estates
My Real Estates are real
The King and Queen have offered me
The estate of *Robert Peel*
Is it talent you need
Like the talent you see
Like the talent clear for me
And the sign that says
** In ** the carpet *made*
Like a carpet I rolled away
Oh no don't cast me out of here (repeat)
Oh no don't cast me out
I said No I got no place to go
The wind it plays upon your hair
So ever so gloriously
So be content
With the apples spent
On the William Tell *on/ of* me
As the faces they bleed
Watch them dull and recede
Won't you help to keep my spirit clear
Stay a week and a day
And never go away
Be forever in my presence dear