". . . Small change attached
I thought it was there but it just brought me down
Ripped the magazine open, it brought me round
Green grass was clear in the boundary zone
Grass faded into Wimpy brick in the ground ". . .
"wimpy brick" -- I am not sure but this may relate to a building company, parent's friends who were neighbours then were not neighbours then became (slightly more closer) neighbours, the father person worked for that company. I think the company failed or started redundancies in the mid-plus before-late 90s. I recall meeting him the last time, on my way somewhere, he was driving and stopped and wound window down, a case of canned bitter was in the back seats. The other notable time I met this person, the wheelie bins had appeared for the first time, I was walking to school on a frosty morning, all the fresh delivered bins, he was in his drive and greeted me, "It's a world of wheelies," he said, resigned to it.
worth mention: the number of times M E S sings about reading a magazine (see for example: Dr Buck's Letter) sort of equivalent of "blues" I woke up this morning.
ReplyDeleteFunny and deliberate I feel.