She was an albino lady with see through hair
I wore black to mourn for a dead friend.
It was only one journey in a life.
She looked like a faded strawberry blonde
In dark greens, with straight shoulder length hair
and I looked an aging angry goth, black hair red face.
Then the Duke of Wellington in the Swedish
quarter of that there London for food
More blondes being served by more black haired waitresses
I had bangers and mash that she just called mash
She says it to all the Northern boys
and the Irish of course.
Black: clothes, my hair, the waitresses uniform
White: the albino, the Swedes and the mash
Draft version 1.0, 14/3/2011. Please do not copy or cite without author's permission.
I wore black to mourn for a dead friend.
It was only one journey in a life.
She looked like a faded strawberry blonde
In dark greens, with straight shoulder length hair
and I looked an aging angry goth, black hair red face.
Then the Duke of Wellington in the Swedish
quarter of that there London for food
More blondes being served by more black haired waitresses
I had bangers and mash that she just called mash
She says it to all the Northern boys
and the Irish of course.
Black: clothes, my hair, the waitresses uniform
White: the albino, the Swedes and the mash
Draft version 1.0, 14/3/2011. Please do not copy or cite without author's permission.
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