Cyril's Last Flight

by Flying Chivaus

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released March 25, 2016

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Track Name: The Amateur Cracksman
A testament to the triumphs of the Silver Age:
Four boots and one bun,
You cannot be wrong
When you wind up your hat.

A glorious depiction on the fabled walls of the poetry club:
Four boots and one bun,
You cannot be gone
When you put on your suit.

The colonel had been living upon the Bluff at Yokohama:
He'd seen finer hours,
And kept better time
When he wound up his hat.

I called on him once, in the spur of the moment, to decide upon tea:
He'd seen greater things
And was not well
When he put on his suit.
Track Name: Augmented Pantoufles
Dear Mister Waxley came to tea wearing his special augmented slippers that keep the warm air in.

His feet are thus the finest to be found, having been kept at the optimum temperature.
Track Name: Baking at the Bakery
I'm baking at the bakery!
I'm baking at the bakery!
I've got so much to bake,
So many cakes to make,
Baking at the bakery.

10,000 vegetables march upon the castle,
Mister Beddingfield has an argument about the status of the fish.
You ask about my shoes,
I say that they are fake;
How dare you accuse me of stealing a bag full of gibbons and balloons!

I'm baking at the bakery!
I'm baking at the bakery!
I've got so much to bake,
So many cakes to make,
Baking at the bakery.

How dare you doubt my special shortbread biscuits,
Mister Beddingfield has an argument about the status of the fish.
You ask about my shoes,
I say that they are baked;
How dare you accuse me of stealing a slice of cheesecake from the fridge!

I'm baking at the bakery!
I'm baking at the bakery!
I've got so much to bake,
So many cakes to make,
Baking at the bakery.
Track Name: August Palace
Don't forget your hat!
The lake may be warm
But the boats are cold,
And the biplanes wheel for the king
Only on occasion.

Don't forget your hat!
We are arriving belatedly,
Down by the sea's shore
Where the August palace
Meets the tall September cypresses.

I'm a dead man,
I have lived many times before,
And I have lived rather well before,
And much advice I can give unto you -

>> She doesn't love you! <<

Don't forget your hat!