mysecretismysilence
Here is one that got away, and lived to tell the tale. From Karachi  Social Club and Griffin Hotel; Wakefield Nick and St. Mary’s Hostel;  motorways and car parks; parks and toilets; idle rich and unemployed.  From shit they sell and shit we buy; from kids with no mums and mums  with no kid; from all dead meat to my dead friends. Pubs and clubs; from  gutters and stars; local tips and old slag heaps. From badgers, and  owls, wolves and swans. Here is a son of Yorkshire. Here is one… that  got away.

Here is one that got away, and lived to tell the tale. From Karachi Social Club and Griffin Hotel; Wakefield Nick and St. Mary’s Hostel; motorways and car parks; parks and toilets; idle rich and unemployed. From shit they sell and shit we buy; from kids with no mums and mums with no kid; from all dead meat to my dead friends. Pubs and clubs; from gutters and stars; local tips and old slag heaps. From badgers, and owls, wolves and swans. Here is a son of Yorkshire. Here is one… that got away.