The Dark Streets

I’ve been listening to The Waterboys songs lately, their lyrics are meaningful and their music is always dramatic. In this following piece of mine I’ve used 18 of their song Titles as the foundation for my poem. To other Waterboys fans who read this post, I hope my words have done The Waterboys the justice they deserve, by all their glorious songs. For those readers, and me, who are struggling with the italics and too many capital letters, below at the bottom of the post, is an easy reading version.

The combined Trumpets of the world are sounding

Being carried on today’s Lonesome Old Wind

Resonating loudly for The Stolen Child

And Choirs are singing The Faery’s Last Song

 

Where did their promise go, and there’s no Sweet Thing in sight

Will the children get to view The Whole Of The Moon again

When will they ever cry out, “This Is The Sea”

Searching for their parents, crying “Where Are You Now When I Need You”

 

Children crawling Down Through The Dark Streets

Cowering under black clouds and Purple Rain

In A Pagan Place, created by governments

Shamefully they have Let It Happen

 

Our leaders need a wake-up call And A Bang On The Ear

When will they tell us “The Healing Has Begun”

We Will Not Be Lovers anymore, until

They declare to the last refugee girl, “She Is So Beautiful”

 

Let us hope the children suffer no Red Army Blues

And need not worry about being Too Close To Heaven

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A big thank you to my friend Chris Black of, A way with words. for inspiring me to write another one these poems using song titles, the last one I wrote was on December 2nd 2017.  https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/12/02/where-have-all-the-good-times-gone-2/

The Waterboys Lyrics

“Down Through The Dark Streets”

Down by old house
Over the bridge
Down through the dark streets
Where we used to live
Out by the cornfield
And the sycamore trees
Down to the water
Will you come, Lassie please?Snow in the town square
December afternoon
Christmas lights
A crescent moon
A boy selling chestnuts
Roasted and brown
Dropping black cinders
That hiss on the ground
You and I stand like strangers
In our Hokusai clothes
Like we come from some strange country
That nobody else knows
And to go where the wind blows
Are just the words of thieves
So will you come with me, Lassie
Will you come Lassie, please?There’s a place there by the river
I never showed you before
But when I’m far away
That’s where I go
Outside it’s lamplight
High time we leave
Winter-a-borning
Will you come Lassie, please?

The big blue sea between us
Is thousands of miles
It’s cruel I know
But you just have to smile
I’d be back for you
If I could just believe
That everything is right and pure
That everything is right and pure
That everything is right and pure
Will you come, Lassie, please?

 

The Dark Streets 

 The combined trumpets of the world are sounding 

Being carried on today’s lonesome old wind 

Resonating loudly for the stolen child 

And Choirs are singing the Faery’s last song 

 

Where did their promise go, and there’s no sweet thing in sight 

Will the children get to view the whole of the moon again 

When will they ever cry out, “This Is The Sea” 

Searching for their parents, crying “Where Are You Now When I Need You” 

 

Children crawling down through the dark streets 

Cowering under black clouds and purple rain 

In a pagan place, created by governments 

Shamefully they have let it happen 

 

Our leaders need a wake-up call and a bang on the ear 

When will they tell us “The Healing Has Begun” 

We will not be lovers anymore, until 

They declare to the last refugee girl, “She Is So Beautiful” 

 

Let us hope the children suffer no red army blues 

And need not worry about being too close to heaven 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018.

 

 

 

 

 

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

39 thoughts on “The Dark Streets”

      1. i am sure it was! I was thinking Ivor must have spent a long time on this. but I think you had your heart in it as you looked for the right songs and words. that was the difference

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      2. Yes it was a little out of my comfort zone, but as you say, I did want to do something really constructive with the song titles I chose. I’m still not sure about it. I’ll have another look in the morning, maybe because I’ve been so immersed in it all day, that my vision is now a bit clouded.

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      7. i was listening to this earlier today and really like his voice and the lyrics are like poetry to me. maybe you can listen to it in the morning as it’s very up tempo. good night Ivor.

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  12. Wonderful and creative, Ivor! I love this! and it definitely relays some important messages!
    HUGS!!! 🙂
    PS…I wrote a letter to one of my fav singers and used a bunch of his song titles in it. I didn’t mail it to him. Just tried it for the fun of it. So I know it is not an easy task. I need to look and see if I can find it on my computer. 🙂

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