Lyrics: The girls lead me out into the park, I was drunk
And they filled the pockets of my jacket with flowers and soil
And when I came back to the pub
There were little petals in my Guinness

Your brothers record collection
A decade happening again, recreated in our minds

We drove out to Cuckoo Tye, round the roundabout ten times
And you said it was like a computer game

Wargames, metal miniatures, painted with impractical camouflage
Futures wide-open, the night alive, young sparks
Anything can be again, Strawberry Field, Penny Lane
Pocketfuls of polyhedral dice, 
And girls in leggings with kohl in their eyes

You’re singing Good Morning Sunshine outside my window
Shopping trolleys in the garden, we share 2’s up on a fag
Little sister, Alex in his leather trousers
The Beast from the East with his pot in his pants
Snaking rainbow letters in rivers in the asphalt…

God is nothing / All things
Gods is nothing / All things
And we embodied that, full of potentials
Choices never limited by life

Our top ten favourite Paul McCartney records…
I like “1984” and you like “Take Me to Your Home in the Country”

Ravers with wooly hats, headphones linking them like rubber umbilicals
Nodding heads, grinning like babies
And we let you play your “Mindwarp” cassette pack,
But only for half an hour, that’s personal development.

Red hair, red hair – tired soul, 
Philosophy and a can of Special Brew in your hand
Walking back fuzzy from free periods
I still remember the way Louise’s arse looked in those leggings
And when your brother came round we taught him how to get comprehensively wasted for the first time

We took it in turns to be wheeled around the lounge in the shopping trolley
Singing “I love you” at everything

Scrubbing resin marks off the bath
“You’re hallucinating them now Paul…but you forgot about the scales”
Your father is having a midlife crisis…
But he’s topped firing cannons at Kentwell…dressed like a serf

The Suffolk villages by night, a party in a barn
And a girl with thick black hair and red jelly shoes
You failed to see me, but only because I was the only one inside, watching telly
And Babylon 5 too
I’m still sorry for what went down

And you scared dinner ladies, making them think we were Satanists
You told them that you drank chickens’ blood and rubbed candle wax on my nipples
In the D & D room at school, one of us always had to hold the door…
Their were real goblins out there, fists clenched, lusting for “nuggies”

Tell them “You shall not pass” and to us you’ll be Gandalf
In jack up polyester trousers and white sports socks

We walk across the playing fields, and you say “it’s better to be a pessimist, ‘cos then
You’ll only be pleasantly surprised” and I say “it’s better to love everything, and enjoy the ride”
You call me a crazy fool, and I mock the way you say grass instead of grass (sic)
But my smile is open wide

God is nothing / All things
God is nothing / All things
And we embodied that, full of potentials,
Choices not limited by life

Chapel Court, gravel crunching underneath the tree
You’re hunched over Uni-rally wearing a cap embroidered with elephants
I got to sleep I have a dream about your sister
And when I awake there is an impenetrable wall of evil, inches from my face.

Sitting on a pillbox, watching swans, you were beautiful,
And if I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t have walked the crazy paving

I still see you in my heart, when it’s quite inside
Standing in the corn: the Tribes of Anglia

God is nothing / All things
God is nothing / All things
And we embodied that, full of potentials,
Choices not limited by life


Nathaniel Morgan 1