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Working Men’s Dub

Posted on 06/07/201606/07/2016 by orionblue

A bit of a do

it’s Friday

it comes around quick

around here – up and down

all around

returned serviceman

and he’s worked like the devil

an Egyptian slave

in the scorching sands

of El Alamein

 

and what a racket !

but not as bad

as those artillery shells

Michele, I think she said

dear – her name

love me do

but tell that drummer he’s no fucking Ringo

 

while the strobe

shoots and dives

all over the place

not that the old girl

would notice

she’s heard it all before

…can’t see a bloody thing

but knows damn well

that he can

 

And she’ll give Michele

the ‘once over’…

and I know he must wonder

but Christ I could have told you

it wasn’t worth dying for

 

and I wouldn’t know

if the jug is half full

or half empty

these days…nor care

down the hatch and up the lazy river

mugs away

jugs asway

and Michele ?

it’s not her round

and she’s not one to beg

hardly said a word all night

but god knows she’s asking for it

 

©Orion Foote, 2015

 

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6 thoughts on “Working Men’s Dub”

  1. orionblue orionblue says:
    08/07/2016 at 10:20 am

    Thanks – I like to mess with subliminal word connections….Bob Dylan was/still is the grand master of it….Cheers.

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  2. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:
    07/07/2016 at 11:52 pm

    Great write about such a familiar looking scene, like the Lennon-MacCartney ‘sampling’ in that:
    Michele, I think she said
    dear – her name
    love me do

    but tell that drummer he’s no fucking Ringo

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  3. orionblue orionblue says:
    06/07/2016 at 7:34 pm

    You’re a sport John thanks – my old ones are far too long and I need cut it right back and find some kind of essence there – it’s all a learning curve.

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  4. john keast john keast says:
    06/07/2016 at 6:58 pm

    It sings, like it’s had a round or two

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  5. orionblue orionblue says:
    06/07/2016 at 2:07 pm

    Cheers mate glad you like the comedy element – it’s nice to mix pathos with humour sometimes- I find overly affected political correctness wince inducing and try to avoid it – thanks again.

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  6. Editor Editor says:
    06/07/2016 at 1:01 pm

    Brilliant “no Ringo” and “returned servicemen” not many left anymore very funny this one

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