As a young girl learning about life, walking downtown, seeing dirty bearded men with bags sitting on the sidewalk sleeping or asking for money, this song opened my eyes to one possible reason or cause of homelessness. I was inspired to take time out and give people the time of day.
Old man down, way down down, down by the docks of the city.
Blind and dirty, asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee.
I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story.
My name is august west, and I love my pearly baker best more than my wine.
More than my wine - more than my maker, though hes no friend of mine.
Everyone said, Id come to no good, I knew I would pearly, believe them.
Half of my life, I spent doin time for some other fuckers crime,
The other half found me stumbling round drunk on burgundy wine.
But Ill get back on my feet again someday,
The good lord willin, if he says I may.
I know that the life Im livins no good,
Ill get a new start, live the life I should.
Ill get up and fly away, Ill get up and fly away, fly away.
1 comment:
I heard the Midnight Oil version first on Deadicated. I can't switch well between versions.
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