Blockheads

Blockheads

Blockheads
Waiting for the men
Who will show up when
They need to sound like then
When Ian stood in front of them
I'm lucky in the fact that I'm helping
With the vans and roadies for the night
So I will hear the rhythm stick

I will see him stumble and fight
bang on the floor once more

and the mighty walking tick,
If only to imagine for sure,
that he was still around
to hear a present spirit
where no other can be found,
clickety clack stack of the little man

whose back from the big land of verse

He was almost christened Stan
through the sublime city of words.