Reggae in the burbs

My sanctuary Old green house Creaky but dry a place high a place to scry Listen to jimi and touch the sky Listen to Bob and move the dial inside My sanctuary my rest My truest inward test Gene was the angel gene was the mother Not mine but the one of my brother My sanctuary my second home She fed me helped me She led me to a simple joy I was her red legged boy A place to jam A place to write A place to drift into the twilight Lost is a haze of smoke We were broke but happy I will never forget you Padswog the stripy Ginger stones cat He knew where the adventures were at You were part of the crew part of me too My stoned broken crew That old green house loved you . Old green peeling house we loved you too .