©Trev Teasdel, Coventry March 1969
I've travelled down the country far
I was a motor car.
Rushing speeding, my oil was bleeding
My tyres had worn away.
Arriving at the shipping docks
I found I had no socks.
I looked around to see the time
but they hadn't any clocks.
I spied upon a young female
Who looked at me so tenderly
I felt so cold and frail.
She offered me a cup of tea
Then wouldn't let me be.
I gave her all I had to give
Just so that I could live.
I crept upon a sailing ship
For to get my kip.
We sailed away, along the sea
Just where alone i could be.
The sea was calm, i did no harm
I was happy to be free.
Ten hours later, an alligator
rushed upon the deck
I couldn't fight, I was a sight
A trembling nervous wreck.
Through narrow pipes of food hole types
I flowed unwillingly.
Into a vast and gloomy room
I felt so all alone.
I looked around, up and down
but couldn't find a phone.
I prayed aloud, within my shroud
This shouldn't be allowed.
Through narrow pipes of food hole types
I sailed like a kite
There upon, I saw a tongue
I knew I wasn't wrong.
Pass alerted teeth I fell
like the arrows of William Tell.
Upon the land I saw a hand
pointing to a band
Who learned to play the song the way
it was really meant to be.
I'm on the outskirts again.
I'm on the outskirts again.
By Mira and the Magnetic Ghosts 2025
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