and all through the night, a faded yellow light
Would burn inside the room where he would stand
And play the old Victrola, and drink his rusty wine
And conduct the Mozart music with his hard and shaking hand.. Phil Brown by D. Mallett.

...we wandered home through the public bars
we were 10 times less by one... (The Outside track)

..one day the boys called, but their pal didn't come
oh, where does he hide they did say
they searched all around and finally found
His old lifeless form in the hay... (Old Rover)