Held up by technology, limited by artificial light
Pictures at an exhibition
Or skeletal, to sail on into the night
Why?
Lean to the right, lean to the left
Step out a toe
Dance and shout
Say hello
Dance, shout
Please - for my sake move
Say hello
Let's sail together - timeless into the night
Beneath the moon and the ocean spray
Outward of the dock of the bay
Pray lord forgiveness
Care now
Lower the garlands safely, submissively
Let us all, climb overboard
Fish eye lens
Theorists of conspiracy, whose view depends on those expired or at liberty
Are you stopping, at my station?
A single red dress, one pink curtain, long back yards of isolation
Relocation
Are you stopping at my station?
Hard in this country to be further from sand and sea
Or rather further from sea and sand
Hard, or it used to be
To be nearer to steel and blacking
Or further from bragging
About the need to steal
I stopped
I wondered if you'd slipped, tripped applying the silver foil
Struck me as lazy to have misplaced the rubber stamp
Manicured streets, trim cut paper; stripes in a city of stripes
Yet hardly a blue
Which I know to some in this city, is no colour at all
I've saved you until last
You were the nosiest
Having a ball
Your rhythms & your voices
Clever
Televisions flickering
Synchronized with soul
Northern music
Northern re-generation
