Total Recall - Post Four

SEVENTY ONE - DRINK TILL YOU DROP

Fifteen year old's out on the town zooted

we usually sit in the side room

but tonight we're at the bar in the hall

nobody asks if we are eighteen yet

we just stand there getting tanked up gawking

at the Macs the stiletto's and bare feet

de rigueur for the Union Hotel

the working girls are all standing in line

they ignore us as they wait for their call

when the phone rings the next one answers it

and slips out the side door into the night

or an old Cortina if she's lucky

there's a geezer at the bar with tattoos

he's got a noose drawn on his Gregory

Everybody kills somebody sometime...

is printed over it in italics

and upside down inside his bottom lip

you can read FUCK OFF when he scowls at you

the barmaid's going on about something

and the regulars in the other room

are shouting for more beer one wants a blob

we go to the club about ten 0'clock

across the canal and the vacant lot

Mister Smith's off Samuel Ogden Street

they've got topless barmaids till two am

there's a carousel dance floor going round

it's mid-week fun nineteen seventy one

but it's seedy and Brazil Street is sad
Northern Soul and Tamla Sounds can't lift it

we get the night bus at quarter to three

and I'm back at eight in Piccadilly

to do another days work at the shop

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Dream - Five

HELLO, AM I EVEN HOME?
Sitting in the back of the jam jar
waiting for them to answer
listening to them going on about
the weather breakfast last night

I can see them in my mind
their bleach blond hair
and that feint smell of chocolate
and cigarette smoke permeates
the air - the air that I have to breathe

If my arms were longer I could drive
like I used to everywhere all the time
little old back seat driver me

Where are we going I ask again
they ignore me tut turn the radio on
cricket they don't like that
they don't know what they like
and I don't know if I like them
anymore than they like me

They're here because they don't
want a proper job nine to five -
so they come at eleven thirty
and go home at half-past three

They push me about and drive
me crazy they dress me up
to take me out and wheel me
round the park they drive me
round the bend sideways sometimes

They say speak-up and say-it-again
they're not listening they're playing
with their mobile phone - texting
each other. Hello, am I even home?
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Total Recall - Post Three

At the moment I'm working on a Quatern collection, 

the basic idea is to take a Nursery Rhyme and butcher it badly. 

You can see for yourself as I add them daily at STG.

TALKING LAMBRETTA'S
It was one of those days
that sticks in your mind
that you'll never forget
for the rest of time.
And yet, I met a geezer
just yesterday. We were
talking Lambretta's and
Mods and things...
But it still took us
ten minutes to discover
that we knew each other.
and that he was with me
on that day!
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The above was first published in this post on my SweetTalkingGuy bloggage in 2007.
 

Dream - Four

DER DER DERLANG

Everyone suddenly burst out singing
and I was filled with such delight, oh yeah,
oh what a joyful song, it was to bring
to the table who would have dreamed to dare
it was only last night that I saw you
in my sleep, walking towards me naked.
I heard your scream, I felt your nightmare too
I relived your dream, yeah and yet, now here
you are, as bold as brass and uplifting
everyone that knows you with this new song

der der derlang der der der der derlang

you sang, and I was filled with the new light
my cup is overflowing now, with glee.
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The above was originally posted here.