Roller coast
The songs of Mickie Most
And the streets of beautiful people
Share the toast
My breakfast host
In this the town of the crooked steeple
From the mountains of Majorca
To the prisoners of old Bedlam
Silent spaces for unspoken people
Meditation
Segregation from the steep hills
That we have at some time my friend
One and one to climb
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It could be any street anywhere
Uneven pavements, broken flagstones
Subsidence surrounds the old houses
All day breakfasts
On linoleum topped tables
The F&C capital of the breadline
Dole out deadlines
Of a choking, smoking community
Everyone said she had
An history of violence
Here she lies
In her own discontent
Unrepresented
By the far away dissonant
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I waited
Then pared everything back
I created
Defence turned into attack
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Monday
We had a right weekend
We sunk some stuff
Ian Kinloch MacGregor passed away
He never did get any better
This dust it gets everywhere
Mixes in with the sweat
You would have died to be a miner
Defined me, it gave me my self as my surety
My society, my community
Words which she never understood
Words which she never could
Lather, soap bars and shared showers
A white shirt, a stroke of Brylcreem
A few pints; football, darts
A good old game of dominoes
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Picture frames rearranged needlessly
Need they be
Stains and strains came and went it seems to me
Beleagueredly
All I gave him was a chance for conversation
To talk about his past
To talk about his life as a boy
As a boy becoming a young man
All I gave him was refuge, respite
From a day on the drink
From a day in the baking sunlight
An old man undone, without aim, hopeless
Corner stones, signposts, a simple conversation
Except that once, sat by Oliver Reed
Who were the other two, his partners in crime
Lee Marvin…Charles Bronson…I can't remember
I loved it down the pit
Never let you struggle, always an helping hand
Could have made it as a football professional
Always the captain; school, boys club, the county
Where he died, all the drinks of that day
Of the heart attack; commemorated
Every time it was my turn to buy
He put his hand in his pocket, on his tab today
We're going now, me and the lad
I'll shake your hand; it's been nice talking to you
Your girl, she enjoys herself
Believe me, you ought to
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