No, I Don't Remember Guildford - Robyn Hitchcock

No, I don’t remember Guildford

What, was there something?

Jog my memory

Not the cathedral or the pool

If there was a pool

I’m a little past it

I’m near enough to be scorched, not blasted

But no, I don’t remember Jenner Road

Even though we lived there

And things came through the letterbox thick and fast

It’s in the past

It’s in the bracken

Did something happen?

The sky just blackened

Now there’s a butterfly on my face

And I’m a number in a drawer

Ba da dup

Ba da da da dup

Ba da dup

Hang up your net, child

Show some respect to the ghosts that are ruining your life

It’s your life

No, I don’t remember falling

From a flagpole onto a taxi

To leave my imprint and my entrails

For you to kiss

In the morning sun

Ba da dup

Ba da da dup

Ba da dup

No, I don’t remember Guildford