Theme from “Madnight Conboy”


Everybody’s gawping at us
They don’t hear a word we’re saying
Only the echo of our behinds
People stopping caring
We go through our paces
Quoting the shadows of our lies
We’re going where the twilight’s fading
With our bored refrains
Going where the withered root half-grows
Blankly blowing out thoughtless wind
Wailing old melodies
And digging up all our old scores like a bone


     

July 2001

From the book Make Mine A Double

Fred Neil (the writer of “Everybody’s Talkin'”) died. The last two runners in the Tory leadership race faced an electorate composed of party members.