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Simon Breed sings this prescient song that becomes even more relevant as this world indeed begins to slide. How did he know?

lyrics

This Whole World’s About To Slide
I have to yodel, I have to moan
Loss of heart and hearth and home
Petrol stolen from my car
Money missing from my kitchen jar

Suspect my neighbour
I search his house
Follow his every movement about
Even spying on his kin
Taking note of every place he’s been
Photographing every place he’s been

Now my love can’t meet in your eye
Fearing that which you might hide
I can see through the soles of my feet
This whole world’s about to slide
Yeah, this whole world’s about to slide

The well you poisoned befalls another
First your friend, and, then your brother
Soon you cannot trust one face
Every drink you take might be laced

Prayed the sidewalk remained my friend
No matter break nor twist nor bend
And the voices following me
Stop talking so I may sleep
Stop chattering so I may sleep

I’m calling you all over this world
Dialing every ear that can be told
I can see through the soles of my feet
This whole world’s about to slide
Yeah, this whole world’s about to…

Alright now, but it’s alright now
Yes, it’s alright now

Tell me, how much lucky I got?
Tell me, how much lucky I got?
Tell me, how much lucky I got?
Tell me, how much lucky I got?

Need a truckload of sky to hold me down
Need a woman called a killer to shut me down
Need a truckload of sky to hold me down
Need a woman called a killer to shut me down

Growing something strange in the back of my eye
Have to hold me down with a truckload of sky
Pray your not planning shutting me down
This whole world’s about to slide
Yeah, this whole world’s about to slide

So tell me, just how lucky I got?
Tell me, just how lucky I got?

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from Truckload Of Sky - the lost songs of David McComb Vol1, released February 17, 2020
David McComb

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