A Berkoff play on a television.
A goatee beard.
She’s ginger haired.
An English Seine, a pair of jeans, a lite that steams.
A smell of fire, I’m sure there’s something burning.

Hang around me. Hang around me. Hang around me.
Here & now.

A steam of thought runs through my head in technicolor.
I took the Train to Valladolid with engines at both ends.
The woman knew I couldn’t speak her language,
but she talked to me.
She’d stating facts, the crowd reacts, a raging bull.

Hang around me. Hang around me. Hang around me.
Here & now.

I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired,
I’m tired in quick succession.

A screaming man says the engine’s on.
The rumour might be worthless.
The electricity is absolutely. absolutely free !

Hang around me. Hang around me. Hang around me.
Here & now.