SUBURBAN VILLA

(Written by Steve Kelly)

THE ASPIDISTRA FLIES AT HALF MAST
AS THE KETTLE BOILS AGAIN
THE PAINT IS PEELING IN THE PARLOUR
AND THE CURTAINS WEARING THIN
THERE’S A PHOTO ON THE MANTELPIECE
THAT’S FADED LIKE MY MEMORIES OF WHEN
ON SUNNY DAYS AND HOLIDAYS
WE’D REST OUR ACHING BONES
UM UM UM UM UM UM UM.

THEY USED TO SAY GOOD MORNING
AS THEY PASSED YOU IN THE STREET
YOUR NEIGHBOURS SAILED THE SAME BOAT
AS THEY PASSED THE SUGAR ‘ROUND
WHEN EVERYTHING WAS SCRUBBED AND WAXED TO GLEAM
AND EVERY HANKERCHIEF WAS NEATLY FOLDED
ON SUNNY DAYS AND HOLIDAYS
WE’D REST OUR ACHING BONES

WHEN THEY BUILT THESE ROWS OF HOMES
THEY PUT TREES IN THE STREET
AND LITTLE NUMBERS ON THE DOORS
WITH STAINED GLASS TO BE DISCRETE

THEY GAVE US ALL A GARDEN EACH
A POST FOR THE WASHING LINE
A LITTLE SHED TO KEEP OUR POTS
WITH OUR LIME AND OUR BALLS OF TWINE

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