I've had a cracking few days; in no particular order: newly found relatives coming miles out of their way to have lunch with us. Calling an old school friend long distance in California. I've acquired a new guitar. The weather, for once, has been something to write home about. And then my best friend and his GLW stopped with us a couple of days - and he played me this:
For Steve. And Riggsby
Nice to read you had a great few days. As for the Jag Mk II, Sweeney villains' wheels of choice.
ReplyDelete"We're The Sweeney, son, and we haven't had any dinner. Put your trousers on - you're nicked!"
ReplyDeleteGreat music....thankyou!
ReplyDeleteIt's poetry Gerry! Isn't it?
ReplyDeleteWhat is the new guitar? :-)
ReplyDeleteGerry...
ReplyDeleteThere's a Mark II parked on the cobbles
Of a Chelsea Mews and out of the shadows
Steps a figure, silver mohair bright
Into the moonshine out into the night
And in the darkness one stray moonbeam
Creeps through the curtains on the unmade bed
She stares at the ceiling, just an empty feeling
He starts the Jaguar and drives away
And no one breathes a word
'Cause even breathing can be heard
Right through the silver screen
They've made inquiries, they'll make it easy
But she won't answer 'cause she's not really there
He throws his gloves out the open window
He lights a cigarette and drives away
He starts the Jaguar and drives away
...
F-Ron...
It's a Jim Harley acoustic (with pick-up) in black.