On Echo Beach

A  melange of song lyrics or themes which reveals my age somewhat…;-)

Is this a mash-up?

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Love, love will tear us

Apart,

… … Again

 

And Major Tom

Needs no longer

Ground control

 

Floating in a tin can

Far above the world

 

Done too much

Much too young

 

And now

Living in a Ghost town

 

The stigmata of stigma

Attached to me

 

Now

 

Washed and perhaps

Cleansed in the fairy liquid

Lever brother’s fulcrum

Of yet another soap

 

Aletheia, she bathes in my silence

To bubble and squeak

As the strigil of past

 

Fades away… …. on echo beach

 

Far away

Far away,

in time

 

The exorcism and excision

Of phantom and phantasm

Pass now to ground control

 

Searching for the stones

In the Souls of others

I see them in their hearts

 

And so very much was lost

 

These clippèd wings

Foiled and wrapped

In aluminium cellophane

 

Hardened against cosmic dust

Lest it should become clay

With which to mould a dream

 

And now I find

Few more words

 

This town,

Is coming like a Ghost Town

 

In the harsh neon light of day

The credit card memories

Turn tumbleweed cardboard hopes

Under the flags of, “for sale”

 

High streets breed pound shops

And the X-factor has lost a generation

To the transience of celebrity

And a quick fuck with a whore

 

All of my life

I have waited

To be given any word

Screaming to be heard

 

And now no-one wants to listen

And I have nothing to say…