A lad I know is a member of a local band. He had a riff and outline for a new song, but no lyrics. Being familiar with my book, he asked if I could come up with some lyrics for it, and this is my attempt. Something I’ve never done before, but I think poetry and song lyrics are consenting bedfellows.
I think it works better with the music rather than standing alone in naked print, but here you go.
Will let you know if it makes the radio 🙂
Hanging On 'Til Morning Satellite town where the sun sinks down the people are the sheaves of the concrete fields stirred by degrees by the Pennine breeze Hanging on 'til morning Hanging on 'til morning. The bucket bleed of the rusting heaps the black cats creep where the oil sinks deep wandering free the schizophrenic streets Hanging on 'til morning Hanging on 'til morning The stifled screams of a dead man's dreams sit up and watch the clock and the winnowing fork taking the drop on a lifetime's work Hanging on 'til morning Hanging on 'til morning ©AJM