Euphoria I have known ...
I went mad in a Midlands market town
Let’s call it Jericho, I’m sure
they had a cattle market there.
I wore a tubular trombone
modelled on a curled ram’s horn
and cast from Israelite tin.
Each time I smiled the sun came out,
the light poured in, the world was bright
and looking on I saw that it was good.
And drawing fire into my lungs
I blew upon a crooked back
that leant upon a walking stick,
and by the magic of my breath
I made it straight – and lo, I learned
that I could heal the sick.
I walked into the market place.
The auctioneer began to sing:
Old iron, old iron. Oh, Chas and Dave,
you brought me quickly in.
I laid piano hands upon a cow
and calmed it lest its master’s stick
be laid against its side.
Before my gaze the TVs in
the TV shop switched on and sang
along, and when I looked away
they stopped.
And all this time I sang old hymns
mixed in with modern song
and marched around a market town
until the walls, the crumbling walls,
oh yes, those walls
had all come tumbling down.
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For the culturally deprived:
Chas & Dave Any old iron