Parady bramkarskie

This is a song about not being Pavel Srnicek. This condition afflicts me every day and i hope my art helps you come to terms with the fact of not being Pavel Srnicek. Lyrics: Sometimes in the wee small hours i like to think that i’m Tim Flowers and when i go down to the shop i imagine i’m Shaka Hislop When all is cold and wet and rotten I pretend to be Tony Coton But i swear by the head upon my ne…