welcome to dead town BRISTOL 1990

may your circle stay unbroken

So when i'm walking with my love
And the world turns its head
I can't hear what they're saying to us
Through all their screams

We're giving up love for what i've said
Can't you see we all play dead
And all other thoughts went unspoken
Times were good and times were bad
Time was all i ever had
And may your circle stay unbroken, glorious

When i'm walking with my love
Across the trails of the dead
May they sing their praises till you
Forget everything i said

Then i come to you
In a quiet move
To say

We're giving up love for what i've said
Can't you see we all play dead
And all other thoughts went unspoken
Times were good and times were bad
Time was all i ever had
And may your circle stay unbroken, glorious

They let me run around
They forced me to the ground
They played their tricks on me
They led me to believe
There was no prodigal son
I become someone though
Glorious

And i'll feel the same
'cause i am the same
And i know the way home
And i'll still complain
'cause i am the change
And i'll forever seem glorious

Time may not feel as empty
Time may not feel as empty

You fall and i fall, glorious
You fall and i fall

LONG HAIR.... jitter / jitter ...

In 1986 I was frantically trying to grow my hair to be accepted into the elite club known as 'Heavy Metal' - despite the usual obstacles - parents / teachers / school kids and the constant barrage of abuse from 'towners' calling me well thought out insults such as 'gypo', 'jitter' and the classic 'longair' (the silent h is full affect). I persisted and by 1989 was a fully fledged dirty greaser, even though by that time i had pretty much changed my musical tastes and swapped the Motley Crue records for Minor Threat. By 1992 i had become sick of it and it had become a huge swarming mess of matted dreadlocks, Emerdale Farm-esuqe sideburns and worst of all crimped Grebo style fringes. I made the decision to shave it off and go for a number 3 all over and that pretty much lasted til 2009. Fast forward to september 2011 and i have been growing my hair for 2 years. The locks are flowing past my shoulders and i have achieved my goal but i can't help feeling i will be 40 next year and it really is a pathetic state of affairs for a man my age trying to re-live his adolescence. Weirdly since my hair has grown, not once have i endured any social commentary from others (unlike the 1980's) or been verbally persecuted by anyone. Im my own worst enemy and it's those voices from my own mind that are battling it out whether to keep it growing as one last ' throw of the dice' or 'for fucks sake cut it short - you look like Peter Stringfellow'. I know there is a middle ground but I'm not rational and never do things by halves. One things for sure the dreads and crimps will never triumph on my bonce again for as long as i live...