‘View From Above’
Strange things happen. Take yesterday. I’m invited to join the parents for breakfast at a café overlooking the sea. I get these invites once, sometimes twice a week. Sat outside, the sun shining for once, you can see France clearly on days like this. I’m eating my poached eggs on toast. We’re chatting about stuff. Everything is good. Then it goes pear shaped. The old man says, ‘I don’t need this.” I say, ‘Don’t need what?’ He says, ‘It’s that God squad nuisance I met in the car park the other day. He’s just turned up here. He must have more front than Buckingham Palace.’
I look round and there the bloke is. Dressed smart. He’s invading the space of ladies trying to enjoy their coffee, going table to table putting his face right smack in their faces as he chants, ‘God loves me’ on a loop. The ladies all stay shtum for some reason. The old man is coming to the boil. Shaking his head. The nuisance spots him; comes over, chanting all the time and gets as close as he dares to dad who’d read him his fortune last time they met. The old man starts to stand up, but the nuisance then spots my mother who’s now got her head buried in a newspaper and smoking a cigarette. He decides to go face to face with her and miming her smoking, taking make believe puffs through two fingers holding an invisible fag, but now chanting, ‘God doesn’t smoke’. The old man goes, ‘Right I’ve seen enough. You, my friend have offended these lovely ladies, offended me and now my missus’. He’s about to give the bloke both barrels but my mum is already on his case. He’s back giving it the ‘God loves me’ chant even though she’s now got her face in his, doing what she does best. Defeating the bully. When she’d finished with him and given him her version of ‘go away’ he ran off back to his brand new BMW parked around the corner. He wasn’t chanting anymore either. Mum gets a few cheers and a round of applause.
Personally, I think people should believe in whatever they want to believe in. Just keep it to themselves and give up on the idea of trying to convert others. That way we’re not at war with each other. At least I’ve got a possible lyric out of it.
Your dreams turn into nightmares
Your nightmares into dreams
Your mindset fixed on messaging
Your demon’s latest schemes
Face to face you try to charm
And hypnotize the snake
With words thrown like a dagger
That’s your big mistake
Maybe you’ve got a death wish
Maybe you swallowed a bitter pill
Out there offending the innocent
Are you doing it for the thrill?
In a song I wrote back when
A song that fits the way that you must feel
I said, ‘You’re like a scarecrow on the gallows’
And believe me that’s, ‘No big deal’
Time for a song, ‘Hooked’ from my Rainbows End album. It’s in praise of nuisances wherever we may find them. I hope you enjoy;
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