Tuesday, January 27, 1987

Underground

Oh small figurine, sittin’ skinny inbetween
Gave your time and they bent your back
Left you with a crowning cap

Face of folded skin, antique hands, oriental grin
Clothe, feed, child and wife
Time honoured time and the pain of life

Oh, underground
Close my eyes and I feel the sound
Oh, underground
Drowning in the crowd of the lost and found

Old man his day secure, one rubber band, the news and the world
Time crossed granite face
Nylon mack sittin’ neat in place

Hardened hands, another day, hard earned pension on its way
Rule Brittania dream
Longin’ for the glory days he’s seen

Oh, underground
Close my eyes and I feel the sound
Oh, underground
Drowning in the crowd of the lost and found

And next dressed to the nine, camel coat hush puppy shine
Heavy gold and a heavy sweat
Wipes again his drippin’ head

Heather girls spinning round, breezin’ through their own fairground
Knotted hair, woolly arms
Sellin’ them flowers and good luck charms

Oh, underground
Close my eyes and I feel the sound
Oh, underground
Drowning in the crowd of the lost and found

Ohma diddlely-diddlely ohma way now
Ohma diddlely-diddlely ohma way now

UK c.1987
D-C-G or A-G-D