The complete lyrics - all in good time
some = all / the effluxion of time

74 Holy Water

(Gillan, Morris)
from the double A-side single by WhoCares

Sometimes I sit and thinkůSometimes I just sit.

Cyril Hearne told me that; it's what he did when sitting under a tree.

Cyril was a gardener; at one with the way of things.

I learned a lot from his proper ways, quiet strength and placid nature.

Contemplation, meditation and conversation; they are all two-way streets I suppose. Whether you are talking to yourself or someone else ůBe what you are I tell myself, and myself tells me I couldn't be anybody else (?)

Sometimes I talk to inanimate objects; I remember Jon Lord remarking about my conversation with breakfast, as it was cooking - I think it's normal.

I get on well with whisky drinkers, they generally wax philosophical.

Comes to mind: Dear Father Joe; many a late night in the Volunteer Inn, afore ye go etc. (Almost Human). And of course our wise Ed, in The Nag's Head, or up and down some steep literal and metaphorical hills.

Quite often I drink alone, although I'm a born optimist.

Sometimes I sit and drinkůSometimes I just drink.

So, Holy Water is whisky, as if you hadn't guessed.

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Holy Water

(Gillan, Morris)

Change in the weather

Changing weather It gets no better

Room for improvement Room for rent Needs money spent

I've got no sense of purpose
I sit alone, I sit alone
I've got no sense of belonging
Getting nowhere, can't go home

There's no-one here to help me drown my sorrows
With just a splash of holy water
And I can't see a thing beyond tomorrow
Thank the lord for holy water

Born to be guilty
Born to be bad
Can't miss what can't be had

It's time for reflection
Time to think
Time to have another drink

I've got no sense of purpose
I took the blame, but I felt no shame
I've got no sense of belonging
It's getting late, getting late

There's no-one here to help me drown my sorrows
With just a splash of holy water
And I can't see a thing beyond tomorrow
Thank the lord for holy water

I've got no sense of purpose
I took the blame, but I felt no shame
I've got no sense of belonging
It's getting late, but I can't go home

Hey brother, come and help me drown my sorrows
I'm getting low on holy water
I don't want to see beyond tomorrow
Bless the lord for holy water

There's no-one here to help me drown my sorrows
With just a splash of holy water
And I can't see a thing beyond tomorrow
Bless you all with holy water

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