Piers Hobson's Blog
You said it was easy, no questions at all
Songs of the past, you're not singing anymore
"It's my lousy memory" I told the Kid
"What other men forget I still remember
The flies are still alive inside the amber
It's a garbage can with rubbish for a lid"
And though I am a singer of soul
Sometimes my brothers are breakers of bones
Will they crown me King
In a limestone ring
Or are they coming for to carry me home