Nineteen Eighty Tell Me
Nineteen Eighty, tell me,
Where are you?
What are you trying to be?
This week, you're 1963
And there's even
Talk of a rebirth of '67
But that's next week.
Nineteen Eighty, tell me,
When will you be mine?
A little bit '59,
I'll not share you with a Beatnik,
Take a rest after the exertions,
Punk revolutions,
Before our old friend,
Sweet nostalgia,
Goes round the bend.
("Nineteen Eighty Tell Me" has been reproduced more or less as it was originally scrawled in a red Silvine memo book in the very summer of 1980.)
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