Tuesday, 24 November 2020
John Two
Stand by an unlit lamp,
a tree, a bridge, shaking,
I wait like a tramp,
Inside hear some muted song,
who would ever say,
I used to belong,
better take a chance,
play this game,
maybe go to France,
hope I’m not wrong,
looking at the rain,
stream against a lovely bar,
wonder how much it costs,
shuffle what remains,
no more wounds to lance,
someone will come along,
Heh Pal come this way,
put something in my pocket,
cigarettes and laughs,
beer like champagne,
my life dances,
praise each sweet day.
Monday, 23 November 2020
John
Wouldn't it be great,
to forget how much we owe,
celebrate the remains,
beat the times gone wrong,
when rivers skinned our bones,
within us all our song,
I watch for your face,
tumble down a naked slope,
save us from the rains,
we'll just bumble along,
laugh with what we know,
assent that we're strong,
fling the watch away,
spinning as the wind blows,
trains arrive all day,
I’ll never let you down,
tap you for a loan,
you have no need to go,
red lips ornate,
rooms where flowers grow,
pints and whisky chasers,
you’ll never feel alone.
Sunday, 22 November 2020
Our Cargo Party: Marta Three
Our Cargo Party: Marta Three: Living here's no paradise, never makes the news, it’s hard to be nice, might as well be space, people walk around like glue, need food o...
Our Cargo Party: Marta Three
Our Cargo Party: Marta Three: Living here's no paradise, never makes the news, it’s hard to be nice, might as well be space, people walk around like glue, need food o...
Our Cargo Party: Marta Three
Our Cargo Party: Marta Three: Living here's no paradise, never makes the news, it’s hard to be nice, might as well be space, people walk around like glue, need food o...
Our Cargo Party: Marta Three
Our Cargo Party: Marta Three: Living here's no paradise, never makes the news, it’s hard to be nice, might as well be space, people walk around like glue, need food o...
Our Cargo Party: Marta Three
Our Cargo Party: Marta Three: Living here's no paradise, never makes the news, it’s hard to be nice, might as well be space, people walk around like glue, need food o...
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