Its dark tonight rain falling on a negative country streetthe shadow comes first looming from a corner of the roadhe moves aside quickly out of the way, out of sight as a car light moans pasthis broken being. He is not seen.The night is now his profession steering through survivals mud and torment,he moves in […]
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The lights of Old Compton Street dazzle the girl as she window dances. spellbound men pop-eyed ogle!Jessica the relief dancer has got stuck at the Spar supermarket check-out,Alison just has to keep dancing until she is relieved by Jessica, she is bored out of her mindand stressed, she needs to get back to the kids
In the dead of the night when you take your sweet sleep Through the dark dismal street’s to my labours I creep To the din of the loom till my poor brain seems wild I return an unfortunate factory child The bright bloom of health as forsaken my cheek My spirits are gone and my
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Back then something made youth sacred in that, “Our – time” fools romance’ the Jingle jangle dance of the glorious naïve poets, troubadours and Desolation Angels in a chaos of being. The moon’s laughing symmetry of a design, fitted only for us and our kind who were locked into a new labyrinth way of being.
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In the London autumn rain, he walked into the flamboyant fashion shop on Carnaby street – 1964. It was a London at peace with itself, pencils of the sun warming wet clothes. A strange clock chimed in the corners of infinity, a vast array of passengers perhaps nothing more than a thought in the eternal
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Whatever hope is yours about the future of our world, I know I will share. My every waking hour perpetuates that hope. ‘Young men see visions, old men dream dreams’ When I was young I had visions about changing the world, I encountered the aging cynic’s laughter, but also I encountered the giants of that
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Dead Beat Beat 1968 5am rising to work transistor radio playing, “Hey Jude” Like a heaven-sent something, giving meaning to England. 2017 10am I’m retired, cars pass my house with dead beat beat, coming from super car audio, I feel sick. (Photo used by permission of the bloke with the spotty trousers)
That day 1964, you the dreaming wordsmith, you said our dreams were ‘33lights to the wind’, We spent years believing that the sunset had red sails, now that old sea still rolls,but you are no longer here to light up the time with wonder, wonderful you fullof dreams and young heart starlight imaginings and sunset
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There once was a sun shining cloudless day that spanned a decade (or so it seemed). Much has been written about this period of time, an idealized landscape has been created that paints a picture of forever candyfloss, and the young floating up to heaven on purple coloured wings! It hardly needs to be said,
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Soho square 1967, people eating their sandwiches. ‘Hello’ in the air as ordinary as the wind. I don’t know why that day sticks in my mind, maybe it was an England at peace with itself? Whatever was there that day as summer turned to autumn, it spoke of days and eternities, something in the mind
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