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Altar Wine

de David Keenan

Just across from my old street
There’s a place called Tin Pan Alley
Where I’ve wandered many nights
First went many moons ago

As I walk amongst it’s ruins
Among it’s broken battered brickwork
Standing proud in pouring rain
Against any punch drunk sky

I do roam I do roam
Welcoming the wee small hours
My reflection in the windows
Shadows cast on cobblestone

I do roam I do roam
In your footsteps smoking in the cold
The air we breathe has been tainted
But clinging to the leaves those songs of old

Just across from my old street
There’s a place called Tin Pan Alley
It’s where many souls still dwell
Remnants of the last great scene

I met a man there on the corner
Picking flowers by the roadside
He said he was a household name
During the last days of Rome

Them a voice come from the cover
Brother I’ve one arm as long as the other won’t you tell me
Should I repent all of my sins
For I grow old I grow old
I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled
Give me your hand
And dance with me again
Before I go

Let us roam, let us roam
Welcoming the wee small hours
Our reflections in the window
Shadows cast on cobblestone

Let us roam let us roam
In their footsteps smoking in the cold
The air we breathe has been tainted
But clinging to the leaves those songs of old

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