Robert Plant - Tin Pan Valley Lyrics
I come from Tin Pan Valley and I'm moving right alongI live on former glory, so long ago and goneI'm turning down the talk shows, the humour and the couchI'm moving up to higher ground, I've found a new way out.There's parasols and barbeques and loungers by the poolThe late night conversations filled with 20th century coolMy peers may flirt with cabaret, some fake the rebel yellMe - I'm moving up to higher ground, I must escape this hell.Let me suspend my thirst for knowledge in your powder, sweat and sighsA grudge of Christian women, a stain of spotless wivesA perfect destination inside a perfect worldI take the bottle to the baby, you take the hammer to the pearlLike thisEvery day's like Sunday, down here on memory laneSalad days and no good ways drive me quite insaneA *****tail clouded troubadour attempts to speak in tonguesHe's said enough, I'm through the door I'm moving right alongLike this