Рет қаралды 366
This one's from the pen of Thomas. I haven't homed in on the lyrics yet, but the title perhaps suggests the measurements of a huge egg timer perhaps, for cooking ostrich eggs on the dusty alleyways of Rosyth during the hot summer months, beavers howling and gnawing, damsel flies running a hither and thither through the humid airways in search of... Anyway, it's rather good. Thomas on vox and peeno, me on harp, Allan on geeter, David on drums, Sy on da bass.