DON’T GIVE ME BURST TYRE BLUES:
Laugh, you gotta laugh OR you’ll fall clean off the face of the Earth!
Plotted up in a back office at the garage with a Ford Anglia calendar
on the wall. Yesterday’s papers for poetry & no phone reception to
interrupt our inspiration. The men in oily overalls are plugging holes
in tyres in the workshop, mirrors underneath the oil tank, gives me the
gift of time out, time enough to miss you, yeah, you know who I mean.
Did you ever think I’d do that? Did you think I was so wrapped up in my
glory that I’d forgotten? Not today & not tomorrow, never. I love you
now like I never loved you, from a room at the back of the world before
I slipped back onto the radar.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
MUSICIANS WANTED
I just wanna wrap my soul in your sweet & delicate sound,
the only thing that makes that journey worth while.
Miss you, yeah, you know who I mean.