Foreign Disaster Days - Brazzaville

Fades like a super 8

Shot from above the parade

My mother the sad young Jew

Glimpsed in a dream or two

She’s always my saving grace

Love beneath the waves

Memories of her face

Drag me down like heroin

Foreign Disaster Days

Well there’s nothing like a car bomb

Window shopping at three

All she ever wanted

Was a lighthouse by the sea