Rainstorm Monday

He came to me in the bar with stars in his eyes
(He was a born performer)
Only just discovered sarcasm
And wanted to know how much you can use it,
Without losing it.
I poured a pint on his head
And I said:
‘You can’t compete.’

This morning I awoke
And thought: ‘I need a cigarette.’
Then I remembered I didn’t smoke.
We might forgive but we can’t forget
And I’m brimming over with regret yet
For what I did to him,
On a whim,
On Rainstorm Monday.

Without a doubt I know my way
Is the best way to be.
Another he/she
Said with a shrug I was like a drug
Standing on the corridor floor
With the background sound
Of Rainstorm Monday.




Performance at Glastonbury Festival 1993