David McWilliams - The days of Pearly Spencer
Tekst en muziek: David McWilliams
(1967)








A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
In silence long and so complete
Watched by a shivering sun



Old eyes in a small child’s face
Watching as the shadows race
Through walls and cracks that leave no trace
And daylight’s brightness shun



The days of Pearly Spencer
Ahaha, the race is almost run



Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing as the swollen mass
On concrete fields where grows no grass
Stumbles blindly on



Iron trees smother the air
But, withering, they stand and stare
Through eyes that neither know nor care
Where the grass has gone



The days of Pearly Spencer
Ahaha, the race is almost run



Pearly, where’s your milk-white skin
What’s that stubble on your chin
It’s buried in the rotgut gin
You’ve played and lost, not won



You played a house that can’t be beat
Now look, your head’s bowed in defeat
You walked too far along the street
Where only rats can run



The days of Pearly Spencer
Ahaha, the race is almost run
The days of Pearly Spencer
Ahaha, the race is almost run











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