Croydon Tourist Office - Ganesha/Rum & Coke

This is the beginning
We have only just begun

This is the beginning
Settle in
We have a long way to go

May as well relax
And enjoy the ride
It may be a long and bumpy one
But we'll get there in the end

This is the beginning
It's not the End
You can pray to St Christopher
Or Hermes
Or Ganesha
If it helps
But this is the beginning

This is the beginning
This is the beginning
This is the beginning

Hold this for me
It's time that we
Got this mess underway
The freshly laid tarmacadam gleams brightly
We have entered a new phase

My mind is a car
With a locked steering wheel
Spinning in tight circles
Hurts like a plan

Now that I can speak
What shall I say
Please air your grievances from two metres away
This paranoia
You know it cuts two ways
Jackboots on my ceiling
This is a silly game
Garbled semantics
Sick of your antics
Decibel for decibel
You've always been much louder than me
Dialectics of futility
Where are we going
Is this really me?

This is a map of the soul
Try to make sense of it
This is the natural habitat of a plover
With a discarded Crunchie wrapper fluttering through it

Get out from behind those bongos
And stop throwing your PPE on my lawn
Racist stickers are appearing again on signposts all over town
I destroy them wherever I see them
All this hate gets me down

In many households it is still the 1940's
Death lurks behind these windows
Did I mention there were three ambulances in this road last Thursday evening
The cat in Number 49's garden has an issue with scale
Sees me
Crouches down
Stalks towards me like he thinks I'm dinner
I quicken my pace anyway
And startle two seagulls having a conference on the roof of a maroon Citroen Berlingo
My childhood hero was Captain Haddock
Gabba receptors overloaded
I limp past primordial pebbledash configurations
You know it's all over

Exhortation ends here
Invective ends here

Decant this elixir
Into a tumbler
Raise it to your lips
Retreat a safe distance
Rum and coke with ice
Nothing prepared me for this

You know it's all over
When you realise that you prefer sourdough
To Sebadoh

Written by:
Bryce Dumont, John Samuel

Publisher:
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