Owen Sheers - Joseph Jones lyrics
Of course I remember Joseph
Fifty press-ups before a night out,
hair sheened with gel,
air dead with scent when he pa**ed.
Told us all how he got his red wings
over the bandstand railing.
Her skirt, an umbrella blown inside out,
White tights shed to high heels.
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How he would stand at the bar,
stroking his chest with one hand,
drinking with the other;
the making of a small town myth -
late night fights,
a trial once
with Cardiff Youth.