Like a bridge

Take me down to the South
take me London-ways
bring me down to your house
and please do let me stay
get me high

take me down to the saint
paint the earth all gold
we'll never be the same
we'll never loose our hold
get me high

fluted notes on pine-forest-mights
lazy camels in the desert-sunsets
steel-and-concrete labyrinths
vestal virgins, holy harlots
get me high
try try try

salt pillars and silver coinage
streetsigns, sounds from the penny arcade
merging into the waterfalls of
you smile that shimmers and glows
like a bridge
like a bridge

so take me down to the south etc.


1974. London. Angie