john king | Here Comes Everybody

NOT PART OF ‘HERE COMES EVERYBODY’ BUT STILL

Strings reminiscent of Bobby Goldsboro’s “Summer (the First Time)”

Human whistling (from the halls of Slade Art School and an empty flat in Bolton)

Clown at the end of Twelfth Night:

A WHILE AGO THE WORLD BEGAN

AND IN TIME TO COME THIS WORLD WILL END

THESE MEGRIMS I JUST CAN’T TRANSCEND

I’VE TRIED AS HARD AS ALL I CAN

I’VE SEEN YOUR FACE A THOUSAND TIMES

IN CLOUDS AND CLIFFS AND LAKES AND THINGS

WITHOUT THOSE SWELLS OF CELESTIAL STRINGS

AND ALL THAT CHILDISH PANTOMIME

HEY HO THE WIND AND THE RAIN

FOR THE RAIN IT RAINS ALMOST EVERY DAY

‘CAUSE STILL YOU HAUNT ME IN MY DREAMS

AS I EMPTY ONE MORE CABERNET

ON MY PUMICE ISLAND IN THE BAY

MY HAMMOCK BATHED IN GOLDEN BEAMS

WHEN MISTS ALL SHROUDED THE CREPUSCULE

THOSE SUMMER EVENINGS LONG AND STILL

WE FUSED OUR LIPS UPON THE HILL

WHY MUST THE AUTUMN BE SO CRUEL?

HEY HO

SO I BLOW INTO MY OLD KAZOO

AND STIFLE ALL MY OWN ADVICE

‘CAUSE I’VE THOUGHT ABOUT YOU ONCE OR TWICE

YOU COULD NEVER LET A MAN GET OVER YOU

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