Dom Saad - The Southern City Limit

Train's in four hours
But I know just two of those will feel like hours
And two will distort in the glow of the hallway
Orange, orange, orange
I'm clocking up miles to recalibrate time

Track shit through the streets on the soles of my shoes
Which I bought in year 9
And they still fit just fine, thanks
Usually I'll stop on the near side of Whitnash
But today I don't
Now a diligent rainstorm that nobody mentioned
Has got me imprisoned in a silver birch coppice
It's something deliberate, I'm right where you want me
Paralysed and petrified at the southern city limit

Dressed in a surgeon's gown I become smaller, and thinner, and sharper
'Til my edges would cut you
Spires can dream but they have trouble waking
Can't help but weep at the cracks in the street
And to tell you the truth, it's a painful transition
From a time in a space to a space in a time
I admit that the worlds you have anchored so firmly
Seem cut with a soil that invites deeper roots

It's the 18th of April, 2036
Just over two weeks til my 40th birthday
And a car explodes outside the front of the Powder Mill
That's the bar you and I used to call Kelsey's
Dom Saad's completely destroyed in the blast
But his phone and his railcard, yeah they're found intact
The Observer is quick to decry it as terror
But deep down I think we both knew this would happen

It rains for a day and a night and a morning
From Sunday to Sunday to Sunday again
Under an interlocked blanket of spiders
Under the silver birch, dry and content
Maybe there's something that I can relate to
You say that I'll see it when I start to believe it
Baptise me underneath Magdalen Bridge
Maggots and black tar, but at least it's the present

Young rites
You'll do much better now
Grieve and grieve and grieve and grieve and grieve and grieve and grieve all day

If you're taking the train
Please don't leave me behind

Written by:
Dominic Saad

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