When human warmth is normal
The full hue
When you walk into
The room of a close family
Cover you in
Blood made gold
A blessed family
A home of human warmth
How their lives
Have relaxed into harmony
When every surface is alive
With layers of breath-touch-love
Like blood made gold
This human tenderness
Fashioned into manifold affections
That paint the room
That watercolour the air
That sing a gentle lullaby
Combines a hive, a nest, a den
Into a womb
Of blood made gold
How the beauty of the home
When it works
To fill your needs
When it grows quietly
Like a summer meadow
Between their lips
How different life is
For its family
Who lie for an eternity
A life of blood made gold
I have to stay up “till midnight”
You will be asleep by then –
Then the watchman leaves into the streets
Overlooked by Venus sparkling over the city.
Midnight is a long time away now
As far as the North Pole in winter
Where the giant clockwork machine turns the universe
That ploughs through the fields, tuning up bones and larks eggs.
After two years of seeing each other you ask
1. Is there more to life than love?
2. Lets play hide and seek with the stars.
Sleep draining sleep; until Venus strikes her bell.
Dream of me as the thin wooden man on the battlefield
Struggling with the red eyes of Mars in the shadows.
Sleep, darling, sleep safe in your soft bed
While Venus sparkles above you – unforgetfull of this hope . . .
I looked out of the window
Of the bus going home
I saw my baby drifting
Through the empty street alone, all alone
The grey clouds were covering
The stars were not at home
The autumn leaves were falling
Onto pavement stone, pavement stone.
She was walking in the night
As my bus was passing by
She fell into the distance,
It made me want to cry, want to cry.
So I rang the buses buzzer
And I jumped out of my seat
And I hurried to the door
And jumped out to the street.
I walked back to find her
I waved to make her see
She seemed so surprised
To be seeing me, seeing me.
Leaning on a lamppost
Somewhere down the way
Amongst the fallen autumn leaves
Waiting for her to say, for her to say:
Oh, what a day I’ve had!
Oh, what a day
Oh, what a day I’ve had!
Oh what a day
I can smell my mother’s perfume
It’s a memory from long ago
Tears try to well up inside me
But the pain develops too slow.
A memory mixed with anger
For her hard life like a tomb.
I can remember her in her best dress
And I can smell my mothers perfume.
A working class woman from Marlow
Crippled by the poverty trapCrippled by a lack of affection
By the bad luck that fell on her lap.
She died wanting to know who loved her
It was the last words I heard her say
Her words were like the smell of her perfume
That I remember down to this day.
I can remember my mother’s perfume
A two-shilling bottle of scent
That I brought for her on her birthday
With the pocket money I spent.
When I was only an eight-year-old
She kept it as a special keepsake.
Now I have that little bottle of scent
Only half used up to this date.
I remember it in her cabinet
By the wall of the old spare room
And I’m taken back to my childhood
By the memory of my mothers perfume.
my mothers perfume bottle
I’m a desperate man
Please click on link to see a PDF of chords and melody.
A sort of English RnR song.