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I could live in your house
If you die before me
I could live in your house.
I could keep it warm
when you move out.
I could put the kettle on
the inimitable AGA
for random people
who might just stop by
to celebrate you;
a memory,
a moment,
maybe even a laugh,
perhaps even a cry,
maybe even a dance
at the end of the night.
I’d just stay home
and doss around;
no need to spend money
when you’re not in town.
If I ever wanted to live in your house,
I’d sit on the front step
hungry,
like a mouse
watching the wandering walkers stomp by
on their way to the swing bridge,
’cross the River Wye
just to say
”Alright?”
I’d listen out for voices
carried in the air,
and close my eyes
and imagine you were there
with your half of cider
and my roly cigarette;
the only time
we'd usually connect.
Sat there in silence
that’s never really there.
There’s always a sound,
a frequency we share.
I could prune your roses
even trim the hedge,
keep a tin of condensed milk
on the larder ledge.
I could play your music
as well as my own
extremely loud;
like The Twilight Zone.
There’d be no looking back
and no standing still.
But there’d be logs on the fire
and the smell of time suspended.
Cracked carbolic soap resting by the sink,
I’d raise a glass to you with my favourite drink
Petrol on
Switches off
Suck in
Contact
Chocks away…Listen
Words and voice by Suzy Starlite. Recorded by Simon Campbell at the Supertone SonicLab. ℗ © Supertone Records, 2025.
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