"I've got a little place to myself
Up on Stoney Ridge.
I got it made in the shade,
Sleep in 'til the afternoon
In my bed unmade
No-one breathing down my neck.
Black coffee and a shave,
I whistle a little of whatever AM radio plays."
Triffids lyrics that evoke a place I'd like to be sometimes.
Up on Stoney Ridge.
I got it made in the shade,
Sleep in 'til the afternoon
In my bed unmade
No-one breathing down my neck.
Black coffee and a shave,
I whistle a little of whatever AM radio plays."
Triffids lyrics that evoke a place I'd like to be sometimes.
Maybe you'll find your place on Stoney Ridge one day.