
Don’t chase dragons in the middle of the night,
Not unless you want another fucking fight.
Don’t do to me what you did to Angel John,
Everybody knew that that was fucking wrong.
You can’t bring me down
Won’t go down with you,
Been there once before
Won’t go there again.
I’ve seen how you wheedle, all your hooky ways,
You lure good people into desperate days.
Such self destruction, it’s really nothing new,
Can’t help you anymore, it’s all up to you.
You can’t bring me down
Won’t go down with you,
Been there once before
Won’t go there again.
I’ll not chase those dragons with you late at night,
Nor watch as you crave that old opium pipe,
That chemical kid you once knew is long gone,
Take real world pleasures now, sing different songs.
You can’t bring me down
Won’t go down with you,
Been there once before
Won’t go there again.
Those dream fueled dragons
All go up in smoke,
Won’t go there again,
You can’t bring me down.
Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom, 24th April 2023.
TEN YEARS AFTER WOODSTOCK
I’ve got plans for this week
Less drinking
Fewer drugs. More tenderness
I hope to avoid Thatcher’s victory
On television. Be somewhere
Different, kinder
I’ve told everyone at work
Not to vote for her
I’ve screamed it like a banshee
But I know from history
This is pointless
Woodstock has ended
Punk has become commercial
If you’re doing nothing
Maybe we could do it together
Just a little pipe of opium
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