76
V
Bus station sheltered us from showers
where we first met, that summers day
She'd long blonde hair, a red flower
me? One way ticket, to get away

v
America, on home made cassettes
sharing a rented house in Kings Cross
the smell of pass around cigarettes
disguised with sweet smelling joss
v
Befriended poets, dreamers by the score
tube buskers with handmade songs
sang for pennies until throats were sore
but paid for cheap wine all summer long

c
Remembering the summer of 76
over and over again
when our candles burnt both ends
putting one aside for absent friends

v
Someone said, it's the path to suicide
you're playing Russian Roulette
Our journey a roller coaster ride
together with people I'll never forget

v
London in the blistering city heat
when we loon danced in Russell Square
Playing drunken games of hide and seek
sweet magnolia blossoms on the air

Chorus
v
Our friend Big Ritchie drank far too much
so many demons in his head
He went to sleep, and didn't wake up
We put Hyde Park flowers on his bed
b
Summer ended abruptly as it appeared
I sat there alone
Bitter winds signalled autumn arrived
love had died now
it was time to go home.

c
Remembering the summer of 76
over and over again
when our candles burnt both ends
putting one aside for absent friends





Last edited by Travis david; 06/29/20 11:50 AM.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Oscar Wilde