So long living in betweena tiny screen and a slightly larger screenthe loneliest way to stay aloneYour face frozen up in linesfrom milder climates and wilder timesI can’t watch it glitching anymoreI know why you had to goAn ocean asked you to play another showThe mountains arranged for you to rhymeI knew you would do your bestin vacuum tubes where the feedbacks nestto make me smileBut it seems impossible nowfrom another Decemberwe will barely rememberwhen summer arrives. So so long living in between.

After his statement Blunt who is now 72 broke down in tears. Then he left the Times looking a lonely figure and pursued by pressmen.” —BBC Nine O’Clock News November 20 1979 Rain for the last day that I will be knownthe way that I want them to know meRain for reporters’ predictable leadson the darkening stain of my nameRain like the morning you left with the International Brigadethe streak of your face at the glass when the train pulled awayThe aspidistra that refused to diea miniature camera in a Cambridge tieto get that Soviet control to crack a smileAll in our file my fellow traveller.Sleep for the telephone’s silent receiveron its beetle-black back in the hallSleep for the bottle that rolled off my deskand danced itself out on the floorSleep for the overturned ashtray splayed across an unmade bed while I interrogate every word that I ever saidI fall from buildings into angry airlecture my students in my underwearbut once I was allowed to dream of you insteadmy dear defected fellow travellerhow you booked your final passagewith a passport that you paid for with a pair of roller skateshow you dyed your hair and mustacheput on a Mid-Atlantic accent but you couldn’t stop the shakeswhen they asked where you had come from and you muttered“That’s a good one” that you were “never really certain.”Every umbrella down on Portman Squareopens and closes to arraign our fairtheory of something I can’t picture anymorea forgery for my fellow travelersI won’t wait to seeI still believe in you and meMy fellow traveller

For now I know we are alone herestill we should be prepared to leaveI found a place where I have hiddensupplies and books and sleeping bagsAnd I’ll sing in my prescriptionsfrom our fort out in a forest near a streamAnd they’ll place them in a tiny yellow sailboatand sail them to meAll I can say is I’m excitedAll I can do is let you knowyou are the one I want to be withwhen they return to claim the Earthfor a planet near Orion’s beltwhere everyone is happier and talland they sing a billion stories with their mindswhile flying all around the sky. I have heard them singing each to eachand who’s to say that they won’t sing to meI’m not certainbut I’m pretty sure they’re going to sing a song for you and me.

May the roots reach beneath the sleeping streetstation in the riverbed register what we won’t hearMay the leaves puzzle out the canopyshake and photosynthesize everything we’re sorry for into one long breath of airMay the ring of Tanglefoot and fiberglass guard against the thunderstorm cankerworms and climate change. May the bark rub away the power linebandage over knots and burls commemorate our injuriesMay the hydro worker’s blade be swift and preciseMay the rope remember all the rhymes for knots to lift me up and lay me down bear the swinging weight of loveMay the birds answer carabiner clickscarry off the tiny seeds of better ways to be aliveMay it all seem plausiblewherever we land may we grow

Back in those old punk-rock daysmornings were rough enoughPublic Access volunteerswe were always always in betweenmicing up the Tec Voc choirand waiting for our turn to playWe were here to take your call every telethonWe were keeping jive alive at the Beausejour Senior Centre DanceRolling down the driver’s sidetoss an ember to the nightWe end this broadcast daywe knew that it was comingWe end this broadcast daykeep the camera running on the last time

Its a marshmallow world in the winterWhen the snow comes to cover the groundIts the time for play its a whipped cream dayI wait for it all year roundThose are marshmallow clouds being friendlyIn the arms of the evergreen treesAnd the sun is red like a pumpkin headShining so your nose wont freezeThe world is your snowball see how it growsThats how it goes whenever it snowsThe world is your snowball just for a songGet out and roll it alongIts a yum-yummy world made for sweetheartsTake a walk with your favorite girlIts a sugar date what if spring is lateWinter its a marshmallow worldThe world is your snowball see how it growsThats how it goes whenever it snowsThe world is your snowball just for a songGet out and roll it alongIts a yum-yummy world made for sweetheartsTake a walk with your favorite girlIts a sugar date what if spring is lateWinter its a marshmallow worldWinter its a marshmallow worldWinter its a marshmallow world

[Chorus]Sleigh bells ring are you listeningIn the lane snow is glisteningA beautiful sight were happy tonightWalking in a winter wonderlandGone away is the bluebirdHere to stay is a new birdHe sings a love song as we go alongWalking in a winter wonderlandIn the meadow we can build a snowmanAnd pretend that he is Parson BrownHell say Are you married?Well say No manBut you can do the job when youre in townLater on well conspireAs we dream by the fireTo face unafraid the plans that weve madeWalking in a winter wonderland[Chorus]Sleigh bells ring are you listeningIn the lane snow is glisteningA beautiful sight were happy tonightWalking in a winter wonderland[Instrumental Break]In the meadow we can build a snowmanAnd pretend that hes Jerry Brown(Ha ha ha)He’ll say “Are you married?”We’ll say “No man”But you can do the job when you’re in townLater on well conspireAs we dream by the fireTo face unafraid the plans that weve madeWalking in a winter wonderlandWalking in a winter wonderland

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On the 21st day the sun didn’t hate methe food wasn’t angry the bed didn’t sighThe ceiling said it’s possibleI might get my looks backon the 21st day of my stay hereOn the 21st day I danced through the 12 stepexamined admitted I’m powerless toSang the one about the spring the cat ran awayon the 21st day of my court-ordered stay hereThe punk and the priest and the real estate agentthe girl with no teeth and the shaky marinethe Serbian dead-head who wears his sunglasses“so no one can see at my eyes.”In for three weeks or in for foreverhere at the 17th Street Treatment CentreMost of us probably not getting betterbut not getting better together.

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