When your homegrown attitude refused to wane – plain downright magical, a tragedy to not get to savour and behold this crazed flavour which will continue to course terrifically on through you
We choose who we choose, and I do choose you, so much so you’ll never quite know
T’was the downright flavour-filled, delicately distilled high-pitched delivery that said it all by the end really
Remember way back when we depended upon constant bouts of free alcohol to manically quench these besotted imaginations – typical
A miracle we survived at all
When a tiny albeit utterly stable nation welcomed us in as one of their own – honed on in and attempted to replicate our fate a million times over ’til entirely exhausted, sprinting on what did indeed then appear to be ridiculously empty
They, each and every next one of them, forced us to stand up to the cause, these instrumental jaws wedged wide open again, intricately mastered words failing to fall and unwind themselves into any such known slur – above all else the ability to cope turning out to be our forever rope of unmatched hope