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Five Years

Izzy Jay's picture
on February 06, 2013
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Pushing thru’ the market square
So many mothers sighing,
News had just come over,
We had five years left to cry in.
News guy wept and told us
Earth was really dying,
Cried so much his face was wet
Then I knew he was not lying.
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies,
I saw boys, toys electric irons and TV’s.

My brain hurt like a warehouse
It had no room to spare,
I had to cram so many things
To store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people
And all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people
And all the somebody people,
I never thought I’d need so many people.

A girl my age went off her head
Hit some tiny children
If the black had not pulled her off
I think she would have killed them.
A soldier with a broken arm
Fixed his stare to the wheels of a cadillac,
A cop knelt and kissed the feed of a priest
And a queer threw up at the sight of that.

I think I saw you in an ice cream parlour
Drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
Don’t think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained,
So I felt like an actor,
And I thought of Ma
And I wanted to get back there.
Your face, your race, the way that you talk,
I kiss you, you’re beautiful, I want you to walk.

We got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
Five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got.
We got five years, what a surprise.
Five years, stuck on my eyes
We got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got.

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