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I sit and think About the tape I made you And the books and shuttlecock You’ve left behind. I wonder how I couldn’t reciprocate When you did all you did Made music for me
So, I tried again And slipped, it seems Out of my own skin, Into someone elses, Into yours Into your house, your tragic life Your blood-red room And single bed I threw myself
Hideous beauty And the red chains break As the silent waves wash over the sand, Cleansing. The white walls are crumbling, And the light streams through, The thousand holes.
The city lights, they beckoned me Even the smog and the muck appealed So I packed up my monster belongings And ventured further afield I arrived at Kings Cross on the 10.33
I am a cockney swamp monster What lives down by the Thames I deserted my swamp a while back, see Deserted my swamp monster friends Now I swim down by the Sarf Bank