Period Piece - Lloyd Cole
Mama I think I just might have met my match
I'm lying here in the dirt - a bunch of artifacts
Ghost stations coming alive as my pulse weakens
And I am not afraid to die
Born 1961 just like you
155 000 meters - neither straight or true
Concrete to the left of me
Flowers to my right
These were the best of times
It was my austere demeanour
Defined the age
Next to me the green world greener
And the the grey more grey
The Old Man came said
Destroy this Symbolism
Welcome to my Funeral
West Berlin
You will have guessed my name by now
My chagrin
These were the best of times
Oh Hansa my lover
Where will your gaze fall now
Combat Groups of the Working Classes
Wherefore will you crowd
Western hedonists mourn my passing daily
These were the best of times
Inanimate I know
I am and I will remain
Cinderblock souvenirs sold with candy cane
Infiltrating the cabinets of the Western Union
With a promise of better times