As Low as Possible -

As I roved out, Westport Bridge Street

Nearly twelve years old and my eyes were on my feet

I was bang in step to those post-showband ballads

And the hotel lobby promised Strawberry Beds and Sonny

As a lowly cipher then, that seemed encrypted: and I drifted

Off on a song

Sent from the Turkish winter, three cassettes for a tenner

Played as low as possible

Then on a white Cretan terrace near the sun

The breaks were fierce and the children always won

The staff took their beatings well and stuck to singing

Is She Really Going Out With Him?

Joe Jackson, Prefab Sprout and Tears for Fears: painted-on ears

Offered a song

Nothing I sought or wanted, music had been invented

Played as low as possible

If there’s a moment, one moment of importance

And that’s uncertain as life on other planets

Then it’s the morning you landed in our garage

Holding a camera, some distant scientist tracking your moves

You presented me, the native, with a clock around which to rock

Oh, and a song

Nothing I sought or wanted, music was re-invented

Played as low as

Played as low as