Annie Lennox Backwards/Forwards mashup
He never turned his collar
Against the penetrating
Damp
London cold
Damp
London cold
Rhythmic footsteps
Beat
Beat
On the cobblestone
Street tattering told of
Street tattering told of
Dickens nightly walk
Hours pressing into dark
Despite
Despite
Acrid smoke
Pungent air
Pungent air
Striving
Not for inspiration
But rather
To keep the fiction alive
Despite the drain
Man’s inhumanity
To man
Seen
Seen
The face of a soot covered starving urchin
Contrasting flash
Contrasting flash
Of the High Victorian Lady's
Flesh
Flesh
Of an ankle
Escaping the filth of the street
Escaping the filth of the street
As she knowingly smiled to get on a streetcar
The game of the indecent coquette
Bearing smile
All the while
For it is just a game
Despite
or
To spite?
Bearing smile
All the while
For it is just a game
Despite
or
To spite?
His audience must know
He saw all
Should he revel in corpses
The rotting flesh trade?
Or turn
To that which made
Life worth living
He would ask himself
He would want
To turn
To... or from?
To turn
To... or from?
The breaking tension
Perhaps that’s what made his fiction so real
Without being too real
That line
That balance
That tightrope walk
Exhausting
But necessary
Exhausting
But necessary
It had to be a good Christmas
Tiny Tim would walk
And no house
Would forever remain bleak
All he had to do
Was continue to walk
