A fascination I’ve always had for London’s dark dank and doggy places
Fowl holes smelly clubs, grimy pubs.
Many of you might remember heading out to Tufnell Park
Drinking on the Northern Line.
Alighting for the Dome.
We were all underage drinking booze and popping pills.
The mosh pits the sped up fights.
Heads Banged to raw death metal.
Squat parties, Speed binges
Power cords mohawks,
Crazy Polish American Israeli Punks.
The Needles used the night before now an earing.
Then a little later.
Phone call No reply, Call back Address and directions finally given.
Departing from cosy Turnham Green.
Heading out to Crackydowns
Halfway there we’re coming up,
12 o'clock
The train stops.
Now We’re gurning And on a bus to some
Fucked up place where the Fuck is this Rave.
MDMA on arrival
time for love
Time to dance the day away.
Districtline comedowns
Afterglow Sundays
And suicide Tuesday.
Was it worth it
Fuck yes.
What's next
Men
Dressed in Leather PVC and gimp suits
O’my how sexually explicit.
The women know their place
Telletow heels on mens balls.
There’s no time for romance
In a dungeon as wells stocked as this.
Floggers whips suspension rigs
The manic laughter of those in space.
This is just a slice of London life seen through the eyes
Of a man who has become desensitised