Paul Durcan - Gate 8 lyrics

for Nessa Lean your behind on the departure gate For to clown out of the wound of separation With Ali smile and Ali shuffle: Such was the advice and such was how We kept each other from feeling low. What do you make of the Bunny Beds I mean The Bunny Clubs? Tails I love you, heads I don't. The dead Are pure was what my father said The night he swapped his wife for lead. I am afraid to ask if they are the shoes Bought you by your mother yesterday. FLIGHT 118 TO LONDON: BOARDING NOW. Come to London: I will, I will. And the poet's stone fell up the hill. Is there no end to corridors? Thank God you did not turn to wave. They would not allow me on the roof So right then I took a return coach Into the darkening city. Rain and the streets emptied Of people and you. What am I to think? Of the man inside the TV man Propped on the seat behind Tell-telling the outside man To produce The Playboy of the Western World On an ice rink with an all-negro cast? Yes and of no and the sky That holds you now. I doubt If you love me and...you know My footwork's not good and my eyes cut bad.