Night’s Here.

Night’s Here.

Night's here ...the curtain’s drawn .. the stars mean nothing anymore to London Town.
The city lights shine on the city streets ...creep up the walls of high-rise penises
Burn in the windows all to left and right
Illuminating empty offices abandoned to the night
And night is night and night is lit up bright
And I am here tonight.

In Charlotte Street we used to eat Italian
On a Tuesday night and drive home tight on wine
We did those kind of things
In freer days of freer ways...less rules.
We never paid a parking bill and never queued
To see a work of Art...we just walked in .

Night’s here
Winter people circumvent the squares
Their scarves and hats wrapped tightly
Round their heads...
The stars are out beyond the orange haze above
The silent birds are sleeping to the noise
Of screeching taxi wheels and passers by
Of revving buses all beneath heavy blanket of the sky
And from a basement window comes a strange
And eerie wail of an abandoned woman
Lamenting that she was ever born.

Love’s the big issue here ....she calls into the night.

Repeat 1st verse

22nd Sept 2012