THE LIBERATING RAIN:

No planes,
No cars,
No passports,
No security stress,
No luggage inspection,
No attitude,
No pressure,
No breathing the breath of strangers

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THE RAIN IS AMAZING TODAY:

A dark room,
Cutting us off from the rest of the world,
Today that’s a good thing,
I don’t want to be anywhere but here

(K)

AS I LEAVE THE STREET OF DREAMS:

A giant panda gets on my train,
Black and White,
Black and White,
Not dancing,
Just sitting there

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ON THE STREET OF DREAMS:

A skinny Blue man in a thin White hat stops,
Talks to the crying woman,
His eyes are Black glass,
He walks with a rhythm,
Like his ears are the only ones that can hear the music

(K)

THER SUN COMES OUT:

A rubbish truck pulls up,
Expensive pushbikes are chained to street signs,
A serious woman stops,
Turns her face to the sun,
Looks at me,
Sends a message

(K)

AS THE WORLD KEEPS WALKING:

Three smiling woman call their men,
The men have lost their way,
The woman across the street keeps sobbing,
Wiping her nose on her sleeve

(K)

EVERYONE KEEPS WALKING:

The stickboy in bright Yellow trainers,
And Black glass eyes,
The tourists with their paper cups of precision coffee,
The woman in a tiny plastic jacket,
Linking arms with her man

(K)

WAITING FOR YOU:

South of the river,
I a place I’ve never been,
Across the street,
Sat on cold paving,
A woman holds herself,
Sobbing

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THE HUSBAND OF THE CHISEL FACED WOMAN:

Forgot to shave,
An ex-raver,
Thinks he knows these streets like the back of his hand,
The boy he was still in his eyes

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THERE’S NO MORE ROOM:

But people keep pushing like there is,
A woman with a face like a chisel keeps wringing her hands,
A boy reads messages like a book of prayers,
Dressed in a comic book to keep himself warm

(K)