Intermezzo
I was in Huelva in 1958, a poverty-struck town in Spain
there were Tivoli carrousels and all that
I met a beautiful gipsy girl barefoot in the dust.
We laughed a lot; I don’t know why and she kissed me
passionately in the park.
Her father came, he was grim, she cried, to mollify him
I gave my Ronson gas lighter, no one else on the ship
had a lighter like this.
The father was pleased but walked off with his daughter
and my lighter
That’s ok 40 years later, I stopped smoking
Confused mind
He walked into a kaleidoscope, stunned
around and threw up colourful vomit.
Carrousels, blinking light, not his scene.
He intended to climb mountains.
For a berg goat, our world looks pathetic
yellow eyes of tipsy cherubs.
Celebration of something in his village
singing drunkenly, rockets kiss the air.
When the cacophony ends with jubilant
voices, this is not Idlib.
You sing so sweet beautiful nightingale.
I am under your spell.
Pretty soon you'll be living the fairytale.
All will be well.
Your discs will sell.
You can exhale.
Your going to be an over night bombshell.
You sing so sweet beautiful nightingale.
Paperwork we will curtail
We will start your tour in the finest hotels.
You will get tons of fan mail.
I am under your spell.
People will be listening to your music on
Carrousels,
Monorails,
And even in motels.
Pretty soon you'll be living the fairytale.
People will want to know every detail
Of your life including where you dwell.
To tell the truth there won't be anything
They can't unveil.
All will be well
Mademoiselle.
You have set your sail.
When you penned the microphone to
Your lapel
To us you became our martindale.
You sing so sweet beautiful nightingale.
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