Sunday, 24 May 2015

A rap (sort of) – but not on the knuckles – for those in chronic pain…


Make it real
Remembering Ian Dury (1942-2000)

Build me a butty
(fry the bacon
fill me up)
Hand me the pills
(hate the flavour
gulp them down)
Push me to putty
(play the music
turn it up)
Help me walk hills
(climb through torture
feel let down)

Up
down
spin me around
Tell me you’ll cure me
and make it real

Help me be frisky
(feign my comfort
buckle down)
Hand me the cream
(smooth my aching
lift me up)
Pour me a whisky
(take your time now
come on down)
Build me a dream
(brighten the world
give it up)

Up
down
spin me around
Tell me you’ll cure me
and make it real

Up the creek
Down and dirty
Up and about
Down and out
Lighten up
Knuckle down
The game is up
So knock me down
I’m coming up roses
So lead me down
the garden path

Up
down
spin me around
Tell me you’ll cure me
and make it real

Up
down
spin me around
Tell me you’ll cure me
and make it real
Make it heal

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