Daye 84 / Beginnings And Endings

strange how it goes
with beginnings and endings
when we were ten we used to throw stones
at each other
by the time we we sixteen we were the best
of friends
he took my place as singer in my first band
our guitarist martin heard this voice
through the bathroom window
singing along to bowie and mott the hoople
and that was it
i was out
he was in
but i held no grudges
and neither did he when i replaced him again
a few months later
the band was shite anyway
and by the next year we were in a band of our own
writing and singing together
toe to toe
sharing smokes
and girlfriends
and smutty jokes
and guitars
and speakers
and amps
and our last few £'s
and druhgs
and records
and cassettes
and videos
and books
and magazines
and poems
and newspapers
and comics
and posters
and binge drinking
and getting stupid
and falling in love with each others girls
and haircuts
and earrings
and mens make-up
and dreams
and friends
and mens clothes
and ladies clothes
and shoes 'n' boots
and stories
and druhg-busts
and sulks
and fights
and falling outs
and nights in the cells
and nights on the tiles
and nights at crap clubs
and being thrown out by landlords or parents
and sleeping under the stars in dunham park
and seeing phantoms in the grounds of ashley hall
and bike rides up to tatton
and appearances in court
and jolly jaunts in the van
and holidays in the sun
and summer jobs in france
and crap gigs
and sacking the drummer
and more druhgs
and discovering eno and zappa
and v.u. and nico
and huxley and vonnegut
and pynchon and hardy
and hepatitis
and hospital beds
and falling out of sync with each other so easily
and arranging rehearsals and failing to show
and arranging meetings and failing to show
and more druhgs
and more hospital beds
and girlfriends who hated one another
and moving to different cities
and not contacting each other for months on end
and then the final terrible phonecall