The late night John Peel
The late night John Peel Show by John Stocks
We are here the boys from Sheff and Donny From Manchester, Leeds and Liverpool, Our futures as still and unblemished As the veiled surface of a mill pond. And together we will weave a long rope To lead us from the grime and the grimness, From the misery of our dead end towns From the slag heaps and the stagnant canals. We are the gifted ones, too soft for graft Who will drift from the plains of the North To deeper landscapes filled with poetry And obscure Parisian psychology. We belong in loft apartments, lecture halls, Drinking Sauvignon Blanc in smoky cafes, Catching late night trams from here to nowhere With a guitar and a bottle of JD. And soon we will make a craft of leaving; Cruelly the families that smother us With their hopes and well intentioned love And the warm blanket of their kindness. You can stare at us, But our dreams are invisible, Tonight, Under the covers, we practise our goodbyes With The Clash, Costello and the Jam; As we listen To the late night John Peel radio show.