AND STICKS WAVED IN THE BREEZE:

Bless-ed is the Blue sky,
And time with you,
Bless-ed is the boy who let go tonight,
And the one who followed me down the street at night,
Bless-ed is the thought,
Not to do,
Whatever it was,
He was thinking,
When he spotted me

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AND BEAUTIFUL STAINS:

Bless-ed are the couples asleep on each on on trains,
And trainers on trend,
Bless-ed is the end of the line that connects me to you

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AND METAL SNAKES:

Bless-ed are the cake makers,
The on-the-makers,
Takers,
Breakers,
And profaners,

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AND SAMSON AT THE BARBERS:

Bless-ed is the dog on the roof of the Windmill club,
And the smokers in the beer garden,
Bless-ed are they who don’t shut up in quiet room,
And those who shush them

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AND THE SKY TURNED BLACK:

Bless-ed are Christmas lights in February trees,
Bless-ed’ are the take-aways,
And beggars on underground trains,
Bless-ed are out of work actors,
And hot-dog vendors outside Brixton station

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AFTER LAST TRAIN:

Bless-ed is the boy who checked me out for a beating,
For he did not,
Bless-ed is the car park that sheltered my car,
For it was safe,
Bless-ed are the speed cameras,
For they slept

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AFTER 1980’S:

The rubbish popstar,
Smouldered a plastic stare,
Into the lens of the camera,
Alhambra,
I apologise!

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AFTER CHRISTMAS:

And the earth was Pink,
When the spaghetti king came riding in,
To a one-horse town,
Buildings made of cardboard,
Stoney faces,
Steely-eyed posse waiting riding mopeds

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AFTER CONVENTION:

At the resurrection of a soap star,
There’s a goldmine

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AFTER PARTY:

Sunrise at the seaside,
On a tide of peroxide

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