.static and silence.

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it’s 4 in the morning July in ’69, me and my sister, we crept down like shadows. they’re bringing the moon right down to our sitting room. static and silence in a monochrome vision.

they’re dancing around, slow puppets silver ground. and the world is watching with joy. we hear a voice from above, and it’s history. and we stayed awake. all night.

and something is said and the whole room laughs aloud. me & my sister, looking on like shadows. the end of an age as we watched them walk in a glow. lost in space. but i don’t know where it is

they’re dancing around, slow puppets silver ground. and the stars and stripes in the sand. we hear a voice from above, it’s history. and we stayed awake. all night.

they’re dancing around. it sends a shiver down my spine. and i run to look in the sky, and i half-expect to hear them asking to come down. will they fly or will they fall? to be excited by a long late night.

*Monochrome – The Sundays*

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