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Ronnie Goodyer  - UK

 

BRINGING IT ALL BACK HOME (For Johnny)

Do you remember Johnny,

the grazed-knee crawl to the railway track,

the sprawling, falling, trip coming back?

Do you remember Johnny,

when you used to hate the USA

and we thought you looked a lot like Che?

And the smoke-filled trips to Middle Earth,

the mystic land of music and mirth,

where I was Gandalf in Rivendell

and you were Gollum moaning in hell?

Do you remember Johnny,

chemical high-times during the night,

ours filled with wonder, yours filled with fright?

We were eagle and rainbow chaser,

you were a fly - scared of newspaper.

And, sweet Kathy, I know you remember,

that first cold meet in that cold November.

And the time in the pub when she played that game,

said when you orgasm, you shout your own name!

She loved you, Johnny.........................

Still, we were beautiful people,Johnny, weren't we. We were beautiful people.

Do you remember Trafalgar Square

with about a thousand people there?

We laughed as you danced to the drunken choir,

just like a spider with its arse on fire!

Then we said "I want to dance like that"

to Dylan's 'Leopard-skin Pillbox Hat'.

Anyway, Johnny, it's time to go,

Kathy'll be here next time we show.

She'll pull out the weeds, wipe your name with a tissue,

she'll smooth out your stones and she'll say we all miss you.

And we'll remember, Johnny, we'll remember,

our love through the years and tears in December.

And I'll leave as always, after I've gone,

our flowers that will lean towards your sun.


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