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Advice From A Roving ArtistCan't go home right now, and that's the truthJulie Burchill's drinking free champagne on my roof And the front door's off limits, at least to the likes of me So you see right here, right here, this is my story Slept in a stranger's flat in all my clothes In the morning, took a bus across the city to feel safer closer to home Passed a sign on the door, and a couple more Saying 'welcome to hard times', 'welcome to hard times' And I thought of a friend whose window looks out onto nothing but fields While outside mine A book shop was closing down It's closed now And it starts to look unlikely As people leave around me Helen King wrote a letter to me Sent May 19th, the day of my birthday From a desk in a library in some far off country "I'm a roving artist now. It's alright, it's okay" Except there's no magic left in crystal balls I'm not sure there ever was at all But listen, what will happen, your favourite question Is best left for the last line of the poem And it starts to look unlikely As people leave around me Fashionistas, we don't need you! Fashionistas, we don't need you! Fashionistas, we don't need you! Fashionistas, we don't need you! Fashionistas, we don't need you! Fashionistas, we don't need you! Fashionistas, we don't need you! Fashionistas, we don't need you! |