We break ornaments, and get them repaired.
A gem from the Bard of Salford.
A family affair.
We get the picture, we're in it somewhere.
Permanent fixtures; People who care.
Stranger beware: this is a family affair
All of our yesterdays: familiar rings.
I have to get away - it’s breaking my heart strings.
We have a drink on special occasions.
It makes me think about distant relations,
A family affair. Always a mixture
of people in chairs. Permanent fixtures
with pressure to bear. People who care.
This is a family affair.
Holiday snapshots of you and myself.
Acting the crackpot, like everyone else.
The Bermuda shorts, and the summer creations,
Bringing thoughts of those distant relations.
A family affair.
We break ornaments, and get them repaired.
We bring up past events that hang in the air.
This is a family affair.
All our yesterdays. Familiar rings.
I have to get away from some surroundings.
Weddings and funerals, special occasions,
and all the usual distant relations.
A family affair.
Look at this picture. We're in there, look there.
Permanent fixtures; people who care.
Whisper who dares: this is a family affair.
A Distant Relation
Ha! I love John Cooper-Clarke.
Years ago I saw him perform at the Lowry Centre. He came on stage with a dusty (I mean literally - it looked like it had been stored under his bed for 10 years) holdall full of notebooks. He plucked a battered notebook, seemingly at random, out of his holdall, and read.
Glorious.