On my front step, had gone midnight
Over head pin prick stars emit the dim light
I watch a late worker scuttle home in his pin stripe
The single time I take the space to think right
So I'm smoking
Blowing smoke rings at the world in general
London in particular
The town I've settled in
Where definitions blur
And the reaps of history are disinterred
Where our spirits, driven, urgent
By the desire to finish first
The big smoke
I add my little cloud to it
Standing on the Brixton curb
Addled by the loud music
Playing in my skull
Desire to perform
Astonish an audience of fire in a storm cup
Why i needing calm
Hashish is my needle in the arm
Its a fact i breath deeper when the balm hits
Not gods - we're plastacine people from the tardis
Clog brains, not conceiving of the vastness
Will not change
Will not stop till we end the same way we came
Chaos and incomprehension
The big bang!
I add my little sound to it
I'll sing positive when i get around to it
Think I am a good man, but I'm not sure yet
Wrapped in a jacket and a towel on your doorstep
Earning pay package on the vowels in my quartet
Hooting at the moon with the owls
Till the dawn sets
Strong bright
Step with all my pride screwed on, tight
Check I'm just like you
I'm not right in the noggin but I'll persevere
Spanners in my engine
But I'm managing
Pretending I am strong, bright
Step with all my pride screwed on tight
Check I'm just like you
I'm not right in the noggin but I'll persevere
Spanners in my engine
But I'm managing pretending I am strong