A drunken swan
Blocks the lane
Sickness led her to the bridge
Forgotten all the benefits of life
Awoke at night
Churning sound
Scared to move and looking down
The mirrored face she saw was not the same
It changed; every passing gaze increased the pain
Late last night
Coming home
A flock of birds were flying low
With heavy hearts they had to break the chain
Over now and out the race
Others had to fly away
If graced with powers of speech i'm sure they'd say
I'm lost; a line's been doubled crossed
I'm feeling blue; these pathway stones were broke by you
A nest of cans
And rubber bands
Gathered from the streets of man
Left alone and blown into the stream
Men stand over me
Scared of some disease
If only i could make them see
It's not some flu it's something I drank
The water is oily and rank
My home is made from debris
The bottles and cans that you see
Were left in the river for me
credits
from Ed Williams,
released February 2, 2016
Ed Williams: Guitar & Vocals
Sid Goldsmith: Bass & Vocals
Tom Hartley: Drums
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