Listening to a Scott Walker collection
Mostly his crooning stuff, such retro cool
Reminds me of the kind of cheesy song
They'd sing at Butlin's in my years of school
In old smoky nightclubs and pubs with pool
Tables and jukeboxes, some years before
I interloped there, drank more than my fill
Alcohol tightened the knotted tongue more
Not for years did that change, but now the bore
Of it all is even beer's not golden
As it first looks. Perhaps that is life's rule
There's no panacea, empty at core
Unless you fill it or are filled in some
Early ceremony. Be king or fool
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