Alfred William Smith
Henley Regatta, what a show
Champagne and strawberries
Businesses, credit cards, flights from Heathrow
I’ve lived in Tunisia, Greece, Marbella too,
All of these places, to name but a few
Many lives, a lot to tell
But then my memories were hit by a shell
One day I fell right on my arse
And came in by ambulance first class.
It’s not a nice thing being dead for two years
In hospital facing all those fears
With schizophrenics and depressives, bi-polars and pepsi-colas
And friends coming to see you when you’re lost.
It comes up on you fast without you knowing
You’re in the trap before you can act
A lonely world a barren land
Memories slipping through like sand
I was 16 stone but went down to 11
The psychiatrist said you’re going to heaven
I said it would get me out of this vice I’m in
He said electric shocks is an option and in the end I agreed.
I was given a second chance
But I couldn’t quite find my personality
Couldn’t quite get back my full reality
Then I started getting better from somewhere in me
And I didn’t see it coming, that nasty thing called depression.