Your school satchel, held together
Patches; Nineties funk and grunge
Smiley face and button pins
Hawked across an outstretched wing
To carry, witness, bare recall
Diary pages, points of import
First fights, kisses, letters home
Bus stop partings, desert roads
Haitian hotels, Paris paved
Night trains, island hopping, days
Dalston flown to Ha Long Bay
Evenings bought by angels, saved
From forgetting, shouldered through
Just a patchwork bag and you
J x
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25y/o songwriter hailing from South London. www.myspace.com/deafyetiband
When my heart beats its last and my lungs refuse to work, I'll remember... I'll remember it all, the rise and fall.
A new page, a fresher summer. Sand glows golden the sun still shy from the waters, the sun still shy from the waters to sink nakedly into it.
Once upon a yesterday. In an everlasting sun. Seams unpicked and solid. Innocence yet undone. Times the youth within us. Was all we'd ever need. Taken all too quickly. Consumed by growing's greed.
The air is crisp, The light is reflective. I sit and watch it bounce off the water Like a secret ray piercing its way thru a mirror.
Never to visit again. When I went on holiday. I tasted a taste. I can never recreate. When I went on holiday. I found my best mate. When I went on holiday. I rediscovered. the meaning of fun.
I wish to go back to America again. Where life just seemed so relaxed. Where time was only a phrase that was used when the sun was going down.
Close your eyes, Pick a date, Off you go, You won't be late. Friends or foes, The loved and lost. Are waiting there, At zero cost. Smiles and frowns, The choice is yours.
No matter all the sights I've seen, No matter all the sun, No matter all the summer smiles, No matter all the fun...
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