Farewell, Old Long Since
The final minutes of the year
kiss furtively in a back alley of good intentions
The clocks call it a day
before winding up the night, the fireworks
wrote my name in the sky, briefly
And if you weren’t in a party you were no-one.
But Auld Lang Syne marched in time with the times
and carried our new found best friends
into our best remembered memories
even if the memories were left crying outside
before their cue at midnight
when the legends of the dancefloor
become legless and the wallflowers wilt,
the high resolutions become low
and the turntable revolutions spin more slowly.
The herd of words that were heard all year spill to the floor
The Châteauneuf-du-Pape language jars and refills
as shapes and sizes and faces and guises
threaten comebacks in the new year
that haunt rather than revive
Like televised fireworks
and 70% proof good intentions
that slur sloth-like across the mouths
of the carelessly happy
tripping over the light fandangos
showing off their moves in slow motion
as fast as they can remember them
like Pinkerton remembered his Butterfly
as the knife fell
and the night began, all over again.
So farewell to the old, we were uncomfortable
with its long since lines and wisdom
and the way it shuffle-danced
and kissed everyone tremulously
like a tipsy iron maiden aunt.
It was a year that started with can’t and ended up in the can
It was a year of just missing the bus
and falling in love
In the queue for the next one
It was a year that didn’t stop for anyone
but there will be another one along in a minute.
Roy Stannard 1.1.14
Listen to a live recording of Roy performing this on The Whole Nine Yards 2.1.14
Nostalgic. Poignant. Hopeful. (I like the last line.) Well worth the read. Thank you.
Thanks Andrew – another torrent of thoughts and impressions written very quickly the night before performing it live on the show. Sometimes when you scrape beneath the surface deeper truths are revealed. That ‘there will be another one along in a minute’ is something I found comforting..