(Sunday) Monday Poetry Bus With Argent

Well my good friend Argent is hosting the poetry bus tomorrow, but since I will be looking after someone else's job that i don't fully understand and living in constant fear of his wrath when he returns and finds i've screwed up everything he's been putting right for two months - i thought i'd post mine a day early.

Argent asked us to write a poem either about a mad old relative or a time that we've been lost and true to form i haven't really done either. I do, however, have a story and a song that are somewhat relevant.

The story is very brief and revolves around the last time i went abroad alone. It was one of those cheap end-of-season holidays where you have to check out of your hotel at midday but the bus to take you to the airport isn't until 8pm, so you can't go anywhere because you've got thirty bags full of clothes to trawl around with you. So I sat out in the sun and waited...and waited...and waited...and of course the sun made me very sleepy.

So I got on the coach in the end and we started off on the three hour journey back to the airport on the other side of the island - and I kept getting that thing where you are fighting against sleep and your eyes keep closing, then you jerk your head awake and try to stay awake again...

Only because it was one of those tourist islands where everything is designed for people who only come to get drunk or catch the sun everywhere looked exactly the same - so every time i opened my eyes we were still driving down an exactly identical street. I began to get this terrible feeling of Deja Vu, like i was in an episode of The Prisoner and i would never escape, Very odd.

Exciting as that experience may have been we now move on to the second tangentially related topic, which is the song - which is sort of about travelling and being somewhere new...honest...

NB: please forgive that the video is on it's side - this was recorded on my mobile phone and i can't seem to work out which way is "up"

Down That Road


Vs1
Well my soul is restless and my heart feels cold
And I’m sick and tired of doing what I’m told
I’m still trying to make connections to a life that’s put on hold
And I’d like to have some fun before I’m old

Ch
Down that road, down that road
No I won’t be going down that road again
Down that road, down that road
No I won’t be going down that road again

Vs2
There’s a road to nowhere and the traffic’s slow
Still I’m searching for a better place to go
If it comes to nothing I won’t feel no shame
So long as I have tried there’ll be no blame

Vs3
I’ve been looking in the mirror till I can’t see what’s ahead
Spent too much of my life lay in my bed
And I may be going nowhere, but there’s so much to be seen
And I’d rather stick with looking for the dream