Brian Laidlaw

Poet | Songwriter | Educator

SEVENTH STREET

 

Who put you on the map,

Gave a little babe a slap and set you crying

There’s people who try to claim that from the very day you came

You started dying

And they’re not lying

 

But no one knows your name around these parts anymore

 

Who made the world so mean,

You get a little taste of a dream and then you wake up

It’s like you meet somebody fair,

But the beauty isn’t there without the makeup

It’s quite a shakeup

 

But no one knows your face around these parts anymore

 

Come on come on, now, let me remind you

Of the dirt beneath your feet,

Come on come on now, let me remind you

Of your home on seventh street

 

Who made the great divide

I can hear you on the other side but you sound ghostly

Like you’re talking through a wall of mist

I can only catch the gist, but it sounds holy

At least mostly

 

But no one knows your voice around these parts anymore

 

Come on come on, now, let me remind you

Of the dirt beneath your feet,

Come on come on now, let me remind you

Of your home on seventh street