A nighthour of silence measured.
A night-time of nothing much to do.
Feel unease arising.
Pissed off and bored right through.
People living and dying around me;
there’s little talk of birth, or lightness in mirth this day.
May I have this body back,
I want it now my way.
Port and brandy’s a remedy they say,
drink it now and sense unease release.
I turn to music, I want to use it, to drift away
I turn to music, beautiful music, and drift away