JAGGY EDGES - The Thing About Inspiration
There's a street just off the Fulham Road
And a makeshift artists' studio
With a stack of vinyl records on a chair
Most of them are played to death
One stands high above the rest
A memory just shook me back to there
Three months in that scary place
Was all we could afford or face
The simple fact of living on the line
I moved around a lot since then
There's no need for remembering
The pile of unpaid bills we left behind
That's the thing about inspiration
You don't know if you've got it, till you get it or it's gone
One unguarded situation
It's gonna hit you if it hits you. It won't hang around too long
Pot pourri and playing games
Three days now it's still the same one
Indiana Jones and Sweet Revenge
Some things stick as most things fade
In my mind those bills are paid
Too late now to try to make amends
That's the thing about inspiration
You don't know when you give it, but you give it all the same
No reason, rhyme or explanation
You do just what you do to a million little flames
We won't go back again
Enough to have the memory and the songs
Would never be the same
A moment, but the moment's come and gone
It's been thirty years or more I think
Three kids and the kitchen sink
A lot of love, a bit of pantomime
With all the noise and all the fuss
At times it's still the two of us
Well, mainly me just drifting back in time
To a street just off the Fulham Road
In a makeshift artists studio
And a stack on vinyl records on the floor
All but one are broken now
Nothing stays the same somehow
Put it on and walk back through the door
That's the thing about inspiration
You don't know if you've got it, till you get it or it's gone
One unguarded situation
It's gonna hit you if it hits you. It won't hang around too long
That's the thing about inspiration
You don't know when you give it, but you give it all the same
No reason, rhyme or explanation
You do just what you do to a million little flames
Written by:
Joe Graham
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