I'm in the Lord Line building
And it really is a mess
Smashed and bashed and vandalised
And showing its distress.
I'm cold and damp and sad
And wish I wasn't here
But it may have been demolished
If we'd waited for another year.
There's a sunbeam falling through the
Glassless window showing dancing dust
Quite beautiful really but I'm damp and
Cold and sad and feeling caffeine lust.
Tucked away inside my pocket
I have my little thermos flask
Full of hot and sweet and milky
To do everything that I can ask.
Balanced on this broken chair
I can feel the warmth flowing down
Waiting for the camera to
Stop moving slowly around.
I feel I'm about to scream.
If we do this once more
But instead I concentrate on
Looking through a broken door.
There are poems and graffiti
On nearly every single wall
I wish we had time to read
And film and so record it all
I think only then would I feel
That job to be compete
To add to the history of
Our deep sea fishing fleet
I'm really very proud to
Have been chosen to do my part
The recording of this bit of history
Really needed to get a good start.
I finish my flask of coffee
With a triumphant grin
At least we’ll get it filmed before
The demolition dozers move in