Commonword Blogs

This is one of four love songs
I wrote this song for you ( x 2)

My life was a Quartier Debachi street: donkeys, cats,
motocyclettes, all trampled on it. Then along came you.

This is one of four love songs
I wrote this song for you (x 2)

Life was a plodding horse: I dug it, beat it, zee’d it,
it just kept plodding on. Then along came you.

This is one of four love songs
I wrote this song for you (x2)

I was a chicken in an old wire cage: waiting for
that bloodied hand to thrust in. Then along came you

This is one of four love songs
I wrote this song for you (x 2)

I took my heart to the tannery. They said “Il n’y a rien
qu’on peut faire avec ca”. Then along came you.

(Now cue some raggedy violins.)