I’ve got a driving machine
Costs me two days’ wages to clean
But I wouldn’t trade it in for love that only
Moves me where I’ve already been

You had a way without words
And an eye that could cut me to thirds
After you put me at ease and I gave you the keys
It was clear you wouldn’t drive with the herd

An icon hung over the wheel
With a name that once brought you to heal
I used to pray to it so my venom ran through it
Til the skin on his face was all peeled

Our daughter was born in a day
That’s twenty one hours to pray
And fifty three minutes at the edge of your limits
Only I had the stomach to stay

Your workplace was called Balkanized
The dress code was strictly black tie
But on the CCTV, I could watch it for free
All the refuge that money can buy

Before you could hit the dance-floor
They check passports, not drugs, at the door
The patrons have spent their lives shacked up in tents
And then running for cover at dawn

St Spiridon bring down the rain
Risperidone gather the grain
There is just one brick
It is a three card trick
But it takes away most of the pain
 
Where I spend my Saturday nights, 
No one breaks down the door at first light
I have no national cuisine and no passport regime
And my borders aren’t a sniper’s delight

The devil doesn’t know its own shape
It thinks it’s worthy of a cast iron gate
But with a buzz of its wings
Before the fat lover sings
It could fly through the bars any day

A place is either not safe or safe
There is no other kind of a place
And when the hunted in one get to rotate the gun
Do their feelings go on feeling the same

St Spiridon bring down the rain
Risperidone gather the grain
There is just one brick
It is a three card trick
And it blew away most of my brains


Saint Spiridon

Casual song-writer, slowly working on collection of original material ('Poncho Land') in collaboration with others

Saint Spiridon

Jeremy Freeson