There are times when long time ago really is long, yet seen
with a cosmic sight, a speck of dust in the eye of the sky.
I think it was in 1956 I saw the Beatles perform at a place
called the cave in Liverpool. I was about seventeen, worked
as a mess boy on a ship, cleaning pots and pans in the galley.
Back then the wages were low, yet we didn´t feel poor and
we had money for a pint of beer and a packet of woodbine,
potato crisps with a pack of salt inside...big deal.
Oh, shallow youth I found their music noisy and intrusive.
I was trying to chat up a girl at the time, she was swaying
to the tune, said the lyric was fantastic and I quickly agreed
became a fan overnight, yet never conquered her heart.
Back on board - pubs closed early - I sat smoking cigarettes
listening to Hank William’s western music on the radio.
