"Doing That Scrapyard Thing" as written by and Jack/brown Bruce....
When I was young they gave me a mongrel piano,
Spent all my time inventing the cup of tea.
Writing your name in the sea,
Banging my favorite head.

Missing the last bed, waving the cheery herring,
Balancing brass bands on the tip of my toe.
Phoning your home from a tree,
Drinking my favorite loch.

When I was old they gave me a model factory,
I met three salads out on the motorway.
Leaving your name at the door,
Breaking my favorite egg.

Missing the walrus, sharing my last banana,
Balancing zepplins on the end of my nose.
Calling your name in the zoo,
Blowing my favorite mind.

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"Doing That Scrapyard Thing" as written by Peter Constantine Brown Jack Bruce

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    General CommentQuite a random song apparently, but I think there's themes of innosence and childhood in the first couple of verses, then of aldult life and growing up in the last two.
    _Godbe_on September 18, 2007   Link
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    General CommentGreat psychedelic weirdness, not unusual in the years of the Jack Bruce/Peter Brown songwriting collaboration, excellent phase-shifted guitar and lead guitar from Clapton, surreal lyrics and vocal by Bruce, clockwork-precise drumming by Baker. An overlooked masterpiece of acid zaniness from Cream's final studio album, released after their official breakup.
    mbrachmanon December 25, 2009   Link

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