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'Exit Stage Wright!'
'You can't Jive to survive;
That's like The Fisherman's Tale.
Y'know that one where The Sardine gets confused with The Whale?
That Way you get caught 'twixt The Horse and The Rail;
To your Left ,
To your Right, you must always pay heed,
Just in case there's a someone who's takin' a bead,on your Head,
Then you're dead, like you never existed:
The Show will go on, you won't know that you missed it.
The trick is to know when to turn off the Tap, to vacate the Bowl and be done with your Crap.!
You can't Jive to survive, when it's all said and done,
'Cause respect is not real, if respect is not won.
Now , if my words don't hold water, when held up to the Light,
Then the best thing for me, is to Exit Stage Wright!'
The Oasis and Club Roma
You must have been about seventeen
When I caught your eye in that dark coffee bar
It was underground, you could not see the light of day
We had frothy coffee and a coca cola
I had to kiss you before 1 got much older
I just could not resist those lips
Sitting in corner Allen Clarke & Graham Nash
Two ambitious Salford lads
Who were destined for fortune & fame.
We had a twist, and then a smooch
You got makeup on my mohair suit
I didn’t care, I had another one at home.
Freddy was a dreamer, Wayne Fontana still a kid
I thought they would make their mark
And that’s exactly what they did.
We had to get out of there,
So climbing up the stairs
Into a city that was inviting us to play,
Round the corner, not too far,
Walking to my favourite bar
Where the band played on into the night
I asked if you’d like a bowl of soup
I can see you’ve been working out with a hula-hoop.
She said no but I’ll have a Cherry B.
I had my usual bottle of beer
And a whisky mac to keep my head clear
Back then that’s what did it for me.
In a candlelit room we had fillet steak and chips
I could well afford the twelve and six
Man, we were cool!
It was quite late when you phoned your mother
Saying not to worry,
But you wouldn’t be home that night
It’s Manchester 1961,
Manchester, havin’ a whole lot of fun
Manchester, and the Beatles yet to come!!
'We went an' growed our hair,
And we gave the game away..
Afore we know'd it, upp'd an' throw'd it
In San Francisco Bay!
We had the whole thing covered,
With a fair amount to spare;
And then we went an' blowed it,
When we went an' grow'd our hair! 1978
author note: I was pretty hirsute myself in those days and I only refer to Hair as a sort of 'badge'
Robert Wright
17/10/09
The Artist on Monday,
Arose from his bed and coughed at the first thing
He found in his head.
Standing alone in the cold of the room,
He looked out through the window that covered the sky, And noticed the morning had started to bloom.
'Take out the sunshine and bring in the rain, Find me the colour that signifies pain.
Show me a reason to try once again;
Take off the sunshine and bring on the rain!'
'Thought of wild cherries a bird on the wing, Constable Horses a child on a swing; Will I still be here, if my praises they sing?!'
Robert Wright (1977)
17/10/09
'zonked!'
I put it away and forgot it,
And when I went back, it was not it.
The whole thing had changed,
Somehow rearranged,
And If I'had a bolt,
I'd've shot it!
Robert Wright (1975)
3/3/10
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