wytchcroft

jumble action jumble action well that was the 70s
fractured scenes inside the churchyard
and the circle of trees
prefabricated houses
calling come out come one come all
a market and a meeting place
a sanctuary of sorts in the old church hall

this was the place where we learned to say grace
thiswas the place we learned our disgrace
where i drowned poor johnny in the sandpit
and swore behind my batman mask

but jumble action well that was a little bizarre
clutching at bargains a plastic watch or a matchbox car
a watch would make me invisible
i was never very good with time
and a car could swallow me whole
and driiiiiiiiiiive...

no need to be nervous of my awkward limbs
growing pains
jumble action
bread and cheese and the smell of the drains
the clatter of the tea cups
the smiles of parishers
among the human remains

seeking out my action man
like me he had a squidgy head
that you could pinch between your fingers
and listen to the puff of air
in one ear and out the other
with a wonky eyed stare

jumble action jumble action
handy hand me down clothes
back in the day when no one worried about those
and designer labels just meant which one you chose
between the co-op and the spar

fumbling out the coupons
saved all year
and green as money
them old pound notes
crinkling in the pocket of a nylon coat

but we were telepathic, we were magic and strange
we were the tomorrow people
cowboys on the range
we were the ancient martians
on a fantastic journey
through the bermuda triangle
to a rented television
and home again

and my home was everywhere
ducking around the neighbourhood
all the flats and backstreets
and the people all the people
like a cheap woolies pick n mix
plucked up and plonked down
in a random pile
with a jumble action
and a genuine smile
with a jumble action
and a genuine smile

it lasted me for a while
it lasted me for a quite a while...