I'm stuck on a farm right now
I'm so bored and unispired that I could quite happily harm someone. The problem is that no-one ever comes to see me I haven't even got a girlfriend down here. But, y'know, they told me to get healthy, to get a little sun, but to be honest, boredom eats me like cancer down here. At least I can have a few shandies and no-one here is threatening or anything, but I still feel really out of place. I've written to all my friends and called my baby on the telephone, asking her to come down, but she knows what the score is down here.

Lets face it, I can't fall in love with a wheatfield, I can't fall in love a barn, not least because everything smells like horseshit around here.

All things considered, I'd rather be back in Soho, than down here on the farm.
(ScousersPet, Mon 28 May 2012, 13:46, 3 replies)

Apologies
To the U.K. Subs.
(ScousersPet, Mon 28 May 2012, 13:46, closed)

and a happy recent birthday to Sir Charlie of Harper too
(a girl called harry, Mon 28 May 2012, 14:04, closed)

Now it's playing in my head...
..."on the fucking farm"...

Guns and Roses (of all bands!) did a reasonable cover version.
( Ken Oath, Mon 28 May 2012, 23:39, closed)