The orange and brown
fabric, fiberglass, plastic;
the beige and the cork,
The japanese dressing gown,
Clogs and skates fantastic,
The wannabe in New York
The groovy, the cool and the gang
The bangles, nails and locks
Ziggy played guitar
The way the the shirts hang
The chicks who love to rock
Wishing to travel really far
The Japan on my Sony Walkman
Light and shadow, bohemian vibe
From Camden, through Farringdon
Here is where it all began
Lost and found in the tribe
Contemporary life in London
Things that become
what they were before
And what is now here
Is what is lost, a blur, mind numb
What is no longer now, no more
I am not what I appear
The hidden me a faded glaze
Sugar plum fairy dust
Cedarwood, pine, rose and jasmine
Glamorized history all in a daze
Orange trees, solar lust
Marlene on the wall
Things that become, the rise and fall
of a once fair, shining star
Now hiding in a crystal ball
That shines just for me
And that is invisible to all
From near or from afar
I see me, I am still me
Yet, a shadow of myself
