Ode to a Working Musician

 

A poem for a loved one named Christine

 

Sweet dream Christine, what colour are your eyes?

The colour of the grey seas, the colour of the skies.

Sweet dream Christine most beautiful of faces

Take this ten dollars dear and win some at the races

 

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Funny when he came to tea

He didn't really look chinese

Mr Asias gone

From the back streets of Singapore can't find him anymore

Mr Asias Gone

Sampan's in drydock, whats the rickshaw for?

Mr Asias gone

Now theres no more Mr Asia  let's give the job to Graham Brazier

Mr Asias gone

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