Another Draft..

August 6, 2011

I wonder where all of the PVC people will go now

that G-Spot has closed down,

it’s a terrible shame.

It was happily there at the back of the city

covered with ivy,

in between a pool hall

and an overgrown cemetery,

visited by no one,

pulled up to in taxis,

never did any harm,

except to the masochists.

Oh G-Spot, oh G-Spot

you came,
like an epiphany,

I never went in you

but you reminded me
somehow

of Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

But then they opened a theatre

just across the road

with a glass fronted entrance

of glittering gold.

Then they opened up a bar

just across the precinct

with goldfish bowl windows

blinking like sequins

Then they opened a venue

a cafe, a restaurant
a studio, a gallery
a cinema, a take away…

You held on for dear life

just as long as you could,

but the PVC people

were slightly alarmed.

Oh G-Spot, Oh G-Spot,

Oh mythical place,

Oh sex in the city,

Oh strap-ons and lace.

You were like a call girl at the oscars,
a condom by a cake,
You were bangers and mash,
not sirloin steak.

There was only so long

and G-Spot closed down

the people all went

with their collars and gags.

Will they go the theatre?

Will you turn into a bar?

Will the PVC people

remember and dance?

Oh G-Spot, Oh G-Spot

where did you go?

it took years to find you -

I never knew you were there,

at the end of my road.

Oh G-Spot, Oh G-Spot,
replaced by the new,
you took the B Road
like a man in a suit.

Oh G-Spot, Oh G-Spot,
replaced by the new,
when I look at the theatre,
I’ll be thinking of you.

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G-Spot (Draft)

August 6, 2011

I wonder where all of the PVC people will go now

that G-Spot has closed down,

it’s a terrible shame.

It was happily there at the back of the city

covered with ivy,

in between a pool hall

and an overgrown cemetery,

visited by no one,

pulled up to in taxis,

never did any harm,

except to the masochists.

Oh G-Spot, oh G-Spot

you came,

like an epiphany,

I never went in you

but you reminded me,
somehow,

of Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

But then they opened up a theatre

just across the road

with a glass fronted entrance

of glittering gold.

And they opened up a bar

just across the precinct

with goldfish bowl windows

blinking like sequins

And then they opened a venue

just across the way

and it opened each night

and glinted till day.

You held on for dear life

just as long as you could,

but the PVC people

were slightly alarmed

There was only so long

and G-Spot closed down

and the people all went

with their collars and masks.

Do they go the theatre?

Will you turn into a bar?

Will the PVC people

remember and dance?

Oh G-Spot, Oh G-Spot

where did you go?

it took years to find you –

I never knew you were there,

at the end of my road.

And then you were gone,

disappeared out of view,

your sign taken down

your neon removed

Oh G-Spot, Oh G-Spot

Oh mythical place

Oh sex in the city

Oh strap-ons and lace

Oh G-Spot, Oh G-Spot

replaced by the new.
When I look the theatre

I’m thinking of you.

August 6, 2011

I wonder where all of the PVC people will go now
that G-Spot has closed down,
it’s a terrible shame.

It was happily there at the back of the city
covered with ivy,
in between a pool hall
and an overgrown cemetery,
visited by no one,
pulled up to in taxis,
never did any harm,
except to the masochists.

Oh G-Spot, oh G-Spot
you came,
like an epiphany,
I never went in you
but you reminded me, somehow,
of Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

But they opened up a bar
just across the precinct
with it’s goldfish bowl windows
blinking like sequins

And then they opened a theatre
just across the road
with a glass fronted entrance
of glittering gold.

And then they opened a venue
just across the way
and it opened each night
and glittered till day.

You held on for dear life
just as long as you could,
but the PVC people
were slightly alarmed

I saw a woman wearing bunny ears
shove them in her pocket
and bunny shuffle backwards
with her handbag round the cotton

I saw a man in a trenchcoat
wrapped up like a mummy
and a man with a woman
in knee highs and stockings

There was only so long
and G-Spot closed down
the people all went
with their collars and masks.

Do they go the theatre?
Will you turn into a bar?
Will the PVC people
remember and dance?

Oh G-Spot, Oh G-Spot
where did you go?
it took years to find you –
I never knew you were there,
at the end of my road.

Oh G-Spot, Oh G-Spot
Oh mythical place
Oh sex in the city
Oh strap-ons and lace

And then you were gone,
disappeared out of view,
your sign taken down
your neon removed

Oh G-Spot, Oh G-Spot
replaced by the new.
your website says closed
what can you do?

Oh G-Spot, Oh G – Spot
Oh noble and lewd
When I look the theatre
I’m thinking of you.