ramblings and things
Not Quite GI Blues
West Berlin, a significant place
Where life was lived at a frantic pace.
Me and Old Elvis together through the night
In those days when I saw things
In stark black or white,
And me and Old Elvis Singing The Blues
As I got stonked on smuggled in booze,
And me and Old Elvis both gave thanks
That those nearby Ruskies, sat in their tanks,
Hadn't loaded up, cocked and opened fire
To blast away those miles of border razor wire
So their T54's could roll on down
To unite again this four part divided town.
It had been one hell of a long day
Convincing the locals we were here to stay
Counteracting the rumour the Ruskies had put about
That the Froggs, Pomms and Yanks were all pulling out.
And now me and Old Elvis on the night shift
Music, fags and booze giving me a lift
Heartbreak Hotel, Blue Suede Shoes
As me Old Elvis listened to AFN News
Kenneday and Kruschev juggling nuclear knives
Not very mindful of loss of millions of lives
Both of seemed to be trying so hard
To be top dog in the big school yard.
Me and Old Elvis sitting through the night
Just waiting for the coming of dawn's light,
The morning sun burning away the mist
So l could go and get Brahms and Liszt.
Night watch shift listening to the blues
One of the perks, I got to choose.
Me and Old Elvis holding the line
Duty Watch commander, British Army Of The Rhine.
West Berlin 1962
Another night shift finally through!
God how l loved my days of the long Cold War
They just don't make 'em like that anymore.
Both Elvis and the cold War are now long gone,
We still don't have the sense to quietly move on.
It seems these days the egos have got bigger
And too many fingers rest on too many triggers.
They issued a chocolate medal just for being there
One of those things I just don't bother to wear.
Not Quite GI Blues