No Face, No Name, No Number (Traffic)

Without your identity where are you
Without your intention where are you
Without your light where are we
Where then might our catchment content be
Born into the valley
Given to the clay as given to the water
Thus to call out all over the oceans
Thus to climb up to the top of the hills

Without sight how might I see you near me
Without sound how might I round you up
Without scent how might your aroma fill me
Where then might our essence ever dwell
Scattered to the four winds
Gifted to the previous attachments
Is it ever to parade itself majestically
Thus to bounce lightly on and into the night

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I Talk To The Wind (King Crimson)

On the unadopted road
With four pairs
Of Nineteen-thirties semi-detached houses
With open fields
To the front and to the sides
Where on the night of the party
Friends congregated, including
Teenagers seeking to lose their virginity

The policeman asked
Is that King Crimson I can hear
The prog-rockers in their glitter said yes
The folkies with their acoustic guitars said yes
The soul dudes in their mohair suits said yes
The hippy hippy shake shakers loosely said yes
The LSD boys said yes, at least imagined they did
And I said; yes, yes it is officer; do you like it?

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Nessun Dorma (Jeff Beck)

The players are due out soon
Crowds of fans wait in anticipation
Hairs rising on the backs of their necks
Smiles foraging about in the sunlight
Another Sheffield Wednesday Saturday
Another day among friends on the Kop
And aren’t we classy to play Nessun Dorma
Before we sing along to Hi-Ho Silver Lining

Six plays of the newly downloaded playlist later
Jeff Beck’s music is lucidly infused within me
I was close to tears watching and hearing
Rod Stewart and Eric Clapton and Jan Hammer
Talk so lovingly and adoringly about him
This was the peer to peer adulation we all crave
You may have been there with Elvis Costello
Or the Arctic Monkeys could take you there

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Made Up Love Song # 43 (Guillemots)

Tonight it is standing room only
Leaning on each other
Leaning into each other
Leaning and singing to each other
Joining in with the young people
Joining in with the band
Everyone tonight is happy
Be happy or else be damned

The doors open
Crowds tumble out
Into the night air
Onto the night-time streets
Past the down and outs
Bedding down beside the canal
Past the drunks and the druggies
On their way to they know not where

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Where Do You Go To My Lovely (Peter Sarstedt)

With each turn
I turn away
With each turn away
I return ever stronger
What I learn
I choose to say
I learn to choose to say
Stay a few more moments longer

With each loss
I lose a little more
I lose loss that little more
Each day to become stronger
What I gloss over
Is the determination to move on
I gloss that to move on over
I am sure to be alive a little longer

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