Bold Street - Eugene McGuinness

Black cap, snapping at the heels of the ladies

Rushing, windswept hair and scarves waving

Big Issue man threw a salvation by a penny

Please give what you can

A penny if you have any

Coffee aromas, swimming past the fruit stand

Trag (?) at the corner in a pink polka-dot headband

Schoolboys are mean, but who knows what they’re hiding

Time washes clean the masks in which we cry in

Oh, will I be lost in twilight near Bold

Oh, me oh my

I always find myself on this road

A fake American diner plays me Mr. Mustard

But Orpheus is really an old accordion busker

The Mayor recites a Shakespearean sonnet

Saturday night, both feet caked in its own vomit

Burberry check, curbside sex and police cars

She cuts through the chaos, through the canvas like a shooting star

All slow motion now, can’t quite believe my black eye

This dark angel landed and obviously missed a war cry

Twinkle, twinkle little star

How I wonder what you are

Like a diamond in the sky

Will I work it out alive

Oh, will I be lost in twilight near Bold

Oh, me oh my

I always find myself on this road

Oh, will I be lost in twilight near Bold

Oh, me oh my

I always find myself on this road