I write when I’m on the train
When Albert Hammond sings and
When glimpses of you appear
In the ghosts of the shadows of others
Just for a moment be close to you
Pretend that I’m still holding you
And perhaps someday
When we’re done chasing our fantasies
Maybe love will bring you back to me.
So many things to do
So many things to be
Do you hear the bass lines flowing?
Do you hear the base balls bouncing?
Do you hear your life calling?
One of us is lying
(while the other)
One of us is crying;
Knowing me // knowing you
There is nothing we can do.
You feel like
the warm tingles of a relationship that has gone by
with liquorice hints of something that once
was altogether beautiful and captivating;
It is not easy to get used to someone new;
similarly difficult to get used to someplace new.
But promising it is:
the telltale signs are all there amongst
the paintings on the wall and the music
playing in the backdrop.
If I can translate
Feelings into Music:
The lyrics would be
Lovelier than John Lennon’s
The delivery would be
Better than Leslie Cheung’s
The tunes would be
Nicer than Don Mclean’s;
This is all because
I would sing every song
It’s the most beautiful time of the year
Where sleigh bells ring (are you listening?)
And Santa Claus is coming to town
We’re all simply
Having a wonderful Christmas time
(and having a cup of cheer!)
So say hello to friends you know (and don’t know!)
Have a holly jolly Christmas! (War is over)
Go rockin’around the Christmas tree
and visit the Winter Wonderland
Well let it snow let it snow!
Deck the halls with boughs of holly!
Silver bells and blue Christmas?
Surely the angels we have heard on high!
O come all ye faithful
I wish everyday could be like Christmas
Have yourself a merry little Christmas!
Some days are Air Supply days
Other days are Lobo days
But generally they feel like
Broken hearted days.