We chugged down to Plymouth on the railway, on the railway, on the railway.

The countryside blurred past us at an exceeding pace, exceeding pace, exceeding pace.

Caught up with best friends…

Of mice and men…

And heckled some punk band.




We chugged down to Plymouth on the railway, on the railway, on the railway.

The countryside blurred past us at an exceeding pace, exceeding pace, exceeding pace.

Caught up with best friends…

Of mice and men…

And heckled some punk band.




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Tagged: The Arteries, Punk Rock, Plymouth, White Rabbit, Kerrang, Blood Sweat and Beers, Household Name Records, Shelley Jones
1 response so far ↓
Rich // August 17, 2009 at 10:04 am |
Nice writing – enjoyed the blog!