Land Lovers
As Low As Possible
As I roved out, Westport Bridge Street Nearly twelve years old and my eyes were on my feet I was bang in step to those post-showband ballads And the hotel lobby promised Strawberry Beds and Sonny As a lowly cipher then, that seemed encrypted: and I drifted Off on a song Sent from the Turkish winter, three cassettes for a tenner Played as low as possible Then on a white Cretan terrace near the sun The breaks were fierce and the children always won The staff took their beatings well and stuck to singing Is She Really Going Out With Him? Joe Jackson, Prefab Sprout and Tears for Fears: painted-on ears Offered a song Nothing I sought or wanted, music had been invented Played as low as possible If there's a moment, one moment of importance And that's uncertain as life on other planets Then it's the morning you landed in our garage Holding a camera, some distant scientist tracking your moves You presented me, the native, with a clock around which to rock Oh, and a song Nothing I sought or wanted, music was re-invented Played as low as
Played as low as
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