Chris Port Blog #45: Marty Gull Song #21. Madness

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Red light

See the girls by the roadside

And our Judy who’s so tired

Of the world at her feet

It’s the car ride

Around the block, a twenty quid note

But the kids home need to eat

Madness

Monsters loose in the graveyard

Recognizing the ill-starred

Sing the songs of their class

Like the schoolyard

The littered street coughs spit at my feet

And the moon baboons his arse

Martyrs

Know that hopes are disastrous

Like a slow motion car crash

Oh God blow out those stars

In the darkness I seem to see the truth in the trash

Left in black bags outside bars

Daytime schoolgirl

Plays the call girl

Calls my name, I look down

Smiling shyly

I’m crying quietly

And now I’m in a strange town 

Heartless

Men must harden their hearts, yes

Even pardon the starlets

Who are drawn into porn

When the mind falls

I find I fight my conscience all night

‘Til my cold soul greets the dawn

Ochred eyes in pokey dives

The wild child bride Egyptians

Who sip Black Russians with lips so bee stung

I think of Ingrid Bergman

Kiss me
There’s nobody to miss me
I don’t fit any memory

But I think I was young

If you kiss me

You’ll never know but madness is love

Look my life is nearly done

Memory from Cats sung by Elanie Paige