I remember writing this poem/song in the flat late at night when my girlfriend was in bed. I was often sleeping on the sofa at this time and I enjoyed it, that privacy and time to write, freedom. I can't remember the arguments though. Yes I can. There were some vicious fights. She threw a vintage camera at me. I silently poured tea on something of hers as I left the room.
The song is about the decay of the body, sudden fear that teeth are going to fall out after a life of no dental work and just general hopelessness.
No comments:
Post a Comment