Sarah Elizabeth Curr
Celebration of a Childhood Dream, by Iain Curr
Twenty four years since their last show
Never a question that we had to go
My childhood has returned to me
We’ve paid our dues and we’ve paid our fees.
Underground summer air and hair still long
We are off to listen to our favourite songs
A different time, without a friend of foe
Thinking back to the times before.
Walking down an open road
60,000 with just one place to go
A straightforward future and a pathway that’s clear
Yet to know I’d lose all that I held dear.
We take our seats and we stand and stare
A lifetime of waiting it seems almost unfair
There was a time when we disliked all that we could see.
And did not know who we could be.
The crowd roars as we sip our overpriced beer
Our teenage dreams have taken us here
A broken heart and a jobless time
Slow to learn life could be so unkind.
The words pour out of us as we start to sing
Each word follows the next like tonic and gin
The years did pass and a change it did come
Moved away from the music and became undone.
We look at a tiny dot on a great big stage
Our childhood heroes, like us, now middle aged
As we listen to the songs that did save me
And forget all the darkness of the past and the misery.
The music has stopped and it is the end of the show
We float away covered in a hot summer glow
Returned to childhood, we’ve been set free
The music has told us who we used to be.