A Vision
I had my hair shaved at the back like Terry Hall in 1984
I was waiting at the bus stop heading off to work at the mental hospital
Harrington Jacket, smoking B&H I spent forever in the record shop
It was just another routine summer’s day in Selly Oak
The sun it seemed a little too bright for the sky
Little figurines started to dance in my minds eye
I had a vision
I had a vision
I was transfixed and all I could see was a psychedelic wash of light
The cars left pretty trails behind and the road started melting
Like a Salvador Dali painting
A sense of inner harmony and peace took over me
Like I knew what I was here for and in what to believe
I had a vision
I had a vision
I just sat there… a woman said are you OK?
People staring someone said ‘are you OK’ I said I never felt this good before and never will again…
So took the day off sick and went to bed in the middle of the afternoon…
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