CRANBOWIE

CRANBOWIE

It says a lot about the nineteen-nineties

And that decade's relationship with me

That I don't recall having heard any song

Sung by a passing Cranberry

Things felt similarto this two years ago

So much grief and woe was plain to see

Though I had quite enjoyed a tune or two

I never "got" David Bowie

I suppose I move in stranger circles

Ever decreasing or not moving at all

Popular music's seldom been my bag

As through this life of mine I crawl

Some acquaintances are still refusing

To believe me when I try to explain

So few of their music or telly choices

Will register upon my brain

I guess people might want to assume

That everyone else is just the same

How could someone have a life that’s so different

They don’t recognise such a fame

You can’t not have heard of this one

Honestly how could you have not

How can this mean so little to you

When my whole world’s just gone to pot

Yet I rarely play music on radios

I don’t watch pop concerts on TV

I’d certainly never want to go to one

And seldom put on a CD

So don’t believe me when I tell you

I never bought their HUUUUGE LP

They may have meant a lot to you

And yet they don’t exist for me

Being honest now I’ve chosen to refuse

To even engage with the television news
Despite this I may STILL not have heard 'em

Whilst they were all heart-breaking you

Though those songs may have been blasting out
On radios in waiting rooms for many years
In hairdressers or on telly advertisements
They’re not well-known tunes to my ears

So before I go it may need restating

Whilst I’m sure it’s my loss you’ll agree

I still don't recall having heard any song

Sung by a passing Cranberry

MAWH, January 2018