The Shadow of the Crystal Palace Transmitter

Underneath the table in the corner of

the kitchen

Davey kept his records and his pork-pie hat,

Over by the window looking out

towards London

He would dream of little Lucy and a bit of

this ‘n’ that.

Underneath his armpits he would spray

something sexy,

On the Friday evenings when the bands were

in town,

Slicking back his dirty hair and shining up

his toecaps

He would step into the evening and

boogie on down.

And outside he would meet her,

And outside he would greet her,

Even when the weather was so brass and

so bitter,

Together they would walk it,

Together they would talk it,

They were living in the shadow of the

Crystal Palace transmitter.

Underneath the spotlights with their elbows

on the stage

Was where you’d find the two of them

all night long,

Over by the bar you would occasionally

find them,

Cos sometimes halves of lager are better

than a song.

Underneath their trendy shoes their socks

were psychedelic,

Sometimes they were brighter than the lights

on stage,

Davey used to like it when she held

his hand tightly,

And later in the park he would be

acting his age.

And outside he would know it,

And outside he would show it,

Down beside the bandstand ankle-deep

in all the litter,

Together they would dance it,

Together they would chance it,

Underneath the shadow of the

Crystal Palace transmitter.

Underneath the stars they would discuss

their two futures

And with a little effort they would turn them

into one,

When they heard some footsteps on the path

by the playground

They hid behind the bandstand and their

hearts went numb.

Underneath the bushes in the chill

of the darkness

Davey and Lucy took their chances

and their vows,

Then when it was over they enjoyed a

Rothmans King Size

And a nervous little smile with sweat

on their brows.

And outside it was real,

And outside he could feel

That glow inside his heart where he knew

he would admit her,

Together they would marry,

Together they would carry on

Living in the shadow of the

Crystal Palace transmitter.

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