30.8.06

26 - Room thirteen

Sunday green field scene, long ago
Can’t locate it now,
I remember uprooted trees, broken nerves ends
Heard a bell ringing out in a void
It toiled out its advice
It warned that you no longer belong here
You’re not welcome here at all

This what just the beginning

On a grey station platform,
Dead End Town,
Waiting for the steel cruel angel train,
Right on line,
For the scheduled predestined arrival on time,
Nowhere
Closing my eyes
Stratosphere
Ocean floor
Fighting off fear
Formula one hotel, Room thirteen
« Have a nice day now », Goodbye

What a sad way to end it

Texte de Pip Pyle
chanté par Marthe Vassallo
musique et piano Lydia Domancich

la photo de Pip Pyle est (C) Hélène Collon.

Extrait de la compilation pour les 10 ans des "Allumés du Jazz" la compilation

Pip Pyle vient de laisser ses tambours, ses baguettes, ses cymbales, son rire clair.

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