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council estate love

james of beswickjames of beswick Posts: 17
edited March 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
jonny's on his way to the phone,he needs to score he needs some more,
sam waits with her pram in the same streets where she played hopscotch
only two years ago
she's sixteen years old and the devils bought her soul, for a small bag of brow dirt,she aint the last she cetainly aint the first

just another tale of council estate love
everyone that you see is probably up to no good
and id like to get out but if push came to shove
you'd look into my eyes and see my council estate love

jody lies on her back ,to get money to buy more crack
darrens just down the road with a belt round his arm and a needle in his soul
the rain falls down and if you listen hard enough you'll make out the sound
of a child screaming at home scream and scream mum and dad aint home

just another tale of council estate love
everyone that you see is probably up to no good
and id like to get out but if push came to shove
you'd look into my eyes and see my council estate love

taken from coucil estate love by danny mahon
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  • TyeDyeTyeDye Posts: 19
    16 and pushing a pram
    how did her life end
    before it even began

    she could get on her feet
    but instead she drowns
    in cider dreams


    PS. I live on a coucil estate
    Makes much more sense....to live in the present tense.
  • james of beswickjames of beswick Posts: 17
    a coucil estate is a great place to grow up
    sams having a ball of a time
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    I once walked across wasteland in a half-built, never completed council estate, on a Saturday afternoon. Strewn sleepers, rubble and pillars blew periodic swathes of dust up in the dusking mid October air. The sky unpeeled in dusk, oranging acidic spitting cloud.

    A girl, about sixteen, dragged a pushchair with a screaming toddler - replete with earring and black and white striped football shirt - behind her, as she made her way across cobbling muck. About ten yards to her right a pack of lads in Kappa shell suits and baseball caps loped and staggered snorting about the black smoke from a a flaming, rusty red bin. One kid crouched down and lit some blurred object with a box of matches that spat and flared purple billowing smoke through the air. The flare shot and heated the autumn sky, cutting through the salt of sea air, and whizzed within a fraction of the toddler on its path to strike the rubble in a cackling spark. The girl didn't flinch.

    The girl greeted the flamethrower with a kiss.
  • StinkfootStinkfoot Posts: 546
    I really enjoyed reading all those posts. I'm in Salford right now and it's all too real baby!

    Also, Finsbury, I really think you need to write a book (if you haven't already!)..I for one, would read it.
    "I get into a state of consciousness that I can't explain. It is about feeling and not thinking. I get positive chills and insight into things that I can't get to any other way. It is Healing of the Soul." - Mike McCready
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    Stinkfoot wrote:
    I
    Also, Finsbury, I really think you need to write a book (if you haven't already!)..I for one, would read it.

    I'm writing one now. Research takes time, though. Thanks.

    I enjoyed the pieces by james of beswick and Tye Dye!
  • james of beswickjames of beswick Posts: 17
    salford aint to far from where sam lives
  • TyeDyeTyeDye Posts: 19
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    I'm writing one now. Research takes time, though. Thanks.

    I enjoyed the pieces by james of beswick and Tye Dye!

    Your peice was amazing

    she greeted the flamethrower with a kiss.... that is brilliant
    Makes much more sense....to live in the present tense.
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    nice things here

    i'm assuming a council estate would be equal to an American Housing and Urban Development project? aka: da projects?

    rows upon rows of apartment buildings that all look the same, save the different kinds of laundry hanging from the eves?
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    That's it. A shithole. :D
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    I lived in a little sub-urbian HUD project for a while. Nowhere near rivaling those in Northern New Jersey, just south of NYC. Talk about freekin' scary? Yipes. But, it was home. We (all us girls) got to see an old man wankin' into a puddle at the bottom of a stair-well. Fasckinatin' to be sure.

    Good news on the project, btw. :)
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