Square One

Tell me about it…

Confessional therapy weighs a ton Plays long and hard on the memory drum
People close down secrets play dead make a right old mess of the head
Bad poets dull prose Pretty girls on tip toes
In the ballet school over the road do you want to make it in the real world NO
Geraldine under the lights squeezing spots and feeling alright
Initial carvings & heart shaped tattoos AVFC rules

All back to square one/ let go and move on/ all done and all gone, so what and so on

English teacher in the hand made shirts knew every lad from the waist down waiting in changing rooms after the match, be prepared and mind your backs…
I’ve come back to the boy’s brigade to apologize for breaking windows in the old church
And for behaving like a pervert in the rubble with a girl called Sharon Knowles
And for smoking in the toilets at my granddads funeral and stealing cream eggs from the post office
And for never returning the old poets books

All back to square one/ let go and move on/ all done and all gone/so what and so long…

Playing football with my cousins on the rec robbing patches from the fashion shop throwing snowballs, getting chased and hiding in the cabbage patch
With a new boil and poultice on my hormonally challenged thigh
My Grandma wrapping me up in bandages like a war hero
The puss and the blood and pissing my self on the way home from the test match oh how the girls laughed…oh how they laughed
At the railway station hut with the smutty Tit Bits cuttings and the page three stunners…in the fear and longings of adolescence I was useless..

All back to square one/ let go and move on/ all done and all gone, so what and so on and so on and so on…

Tangerine underwear of nubile young mothers flashing above the bridge of thighs
Where we hid and gawped and giggled with joy you naughty boy you naughty boy
Some kids into Northern soul take a change of clothes to the Wigan Casino…that’s Skippy and Deano, and sticky boy evo…

All back to square one/ let go and move on/ all done and all gone, so what and so on and so on and so on…



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