Thom York's Harrowdown Hill

Don’t walk the plank like I did
You will be dispensed with
when you’ve become inconvenient

Up on Harrowdown Hill
The way you used to go to school
That’s where I am
That’s where I'm lying down

Did I fall or was I pushed?
did I fall or was I pushed?
And where’s the blood?
And where’s the blood?

But I'm coming home
I’m coming home
To make it alright,
so dry your eyes

We think the same things at the same time
We just can’t do anything about it

We think the same things at the same time
We just can’t do anything about it

So don’t ask me, ask the ministry
Don’t ask me, ask the ministry

We think the same things at the same time
There are so many of us
So you can’t count

We think the same things at the same time
There are so many of us
So you can’t count...

Can you see me when I am running?
Can you see me when I am running?
Away from there...
Away from there...

I can’t take the pressure
No one cares if you live or die
They just want me gone
They want me gone

And I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
so dry your eyes
We think the same things at the same time
We just can’t do anything about it

We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us so you can’t
There are too many of us so you can’t count...

It was me walking to the back of Harrowdown Hill
It was me walking to the back of Harrowdown Hill

It was a slippery, slippery, slippery slope
It was a slippery, slippery, slippery slope
I felt me slipping in and out of consciousness
I felt me slipping in and out of consciousness

I feel me...


Sums it up for me...hmmm...what's on my mind...think I'll take the acting gig I was just offered...no great canonical poem to be mined in these stunned cells and obese dendrites, at present. The play is a connection of sorts, and that's enough for this doorway dweller. No one's been keen for friendship; no one I can let it all hang out with anyway.

I'm listening, Universe: it's time for me to pull my compass from my vest pocket. Thrilling - my own life without banana peels and jeers -

"Did I slip or did you grease my heels?" What a great line, in context, as it was.