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Flimed by Laura Alexander-
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Martin fell off the train in 1972
in his glittering twenties, an actor in Waterloo
took a job frying fish while he thought himself through
but his next move was to management
Quite well paid - what could he do?

And as the short long years ran by his hope left him in shame
he loved and lost and lost again, looked for someone to blame
He cut his hair, he left his friends, got used to life alone
and when the takeaway went bust, he went out and bought his own.

And he fell in love finally - yes this would be his last
with the flower girl with the forelorn gaze, who smiled every time he passed
So he took her in and he took her out, she brought that spark back new
Martin - he was happy but said he had to think it through,
ran along home, singing...

He ran to her the next day, for she did have hold his heart
but her patch was lined with police tape, the ambulance lights were dark
He asked a nearby officer, of her, what had become ?
He said ‘its a dirty business, i’m sorry were you close, son? ’
Its a dirty business, what a man in anger can have done
'probably a whore... but she was young.'

And today, theres an old man, who gives chicken to the poor,
they say they’re all veterans from some old hopeless war
there he stands in the park, humming tunes in his head,
from his heart, to his feet, over flowers now long dead.

But in the youth of the night, while the stars aren’t yet bright
and all the eyes are on the light of the theatre,
there he stands a tragic clown, surgeon’s mask and plastic gown
gets his meat from sleeping bags in the subway…

...And oh how he sings
When their blood flows, the beast goes
and just the man remains
And oh no shame stings,
We're in the half-light, with eyes bright
He laughs at all Guilt stains

…he needs someone, but he wants no-one, 
just breathes, breathes, breathes, breathes,
Broken by the lies that our lives are each our own,
he’ll watch them spit and chew the marrow out of each and every bone

there he stands a tragic clown, surgeon’s mask and plastic gown.

there he stands in the park, humming tunes in his head
from his heart to his feet, over flowers now long dead

((gets his meat from sleeping bags, where the filthy warm their rags
wraps the cuts in missing posters from the lamppost.))

Filmed and recorded live in our house. Camera + Editing: Laura Alexander

Waterloo

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Music Video: https://youtu.be/Cw4SX8y7BvA
Flimed by Laura Alexander-
Twitter: @laurabrap
Website: http://www.lauraalexander.co.uk/

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