DANCING WITH THE DISCO CRISPS:
At the Ship on Wardour Street I meet the disco crisps.
Dancing naked on a table they relived their boogie dreams
between Italian girls on holiday & streams of blissed out men
emerging silent from the room at the back, dragging sweet trails
of urine perfume.
I watch their salty jiggle as rejuvenated men Hunger for another
fist of London Pride & glide into the sun. The Italian girls giggle,
exchanging cameras, clicks, posing for the woman with the summer legs.
A blissful ignorance of history pervades this heavy wooded bastion of
rock & beer. The table in the corner was exactly where we argued over
Rez, though you would never know, long after that night ‘he’ emerged
from the back room stumbling past with hollow eyes, pressed a tenner
into BB’s hand & left him wide – eyed with the ‘Most Blonde’ & those
immortal words still curdling in a trail of sweet urine perfume,
“Get a round in Bill”, then on into the night & down into the
yawning hole at Tottenham Court Road & on to the midnight train to
Romford.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
I’m not going to be sad. The weather’s nice
I’m not going to cry. My memory’s sweet
But I can’t smile. My heart is broke
Warm. But you don’t see the sores
Chapped lips. Cracked glasses
Leather-clad dandies with high speed machines
Various models wear various clothes
Your face is on all the pictures
Snapshots. Gunshots. Wounded
Closed stations. The train doesn’t stop
Passengers grumble
But the man in the suit puts his shoes to his ears
And he giggles. Ha ha
Yes. He can hear the sea
And all the while his wife sits in the car waiting
Night decends. The city lights. Brighter than day
Nocturnals awake and put on their coats
Shhh. Don’t tell them it’s warmer this time
Onto the streets. Polluted airs
No more hiding behind air-conditioned systems
Drunk men puke
And I realise. You’re gone for good
Oh yes I realise. that you’re never coming home
[Karl. I’d like to see you one day. V.x]
You can add any words you like, but the music will always take over. It’s the music that gets me in a certain mood.
I have danced through the 80´s without understanding a word of the lyrics and experienced a new dimension of life once I read the word of my favourite songs just a couple of years ago.
and…
and…
…and tears boy
…and this is a beautiful day if only I could touch it
Breathe in your breath
❤