ME AND BOBBY McGEE by JANIS JOPLIN. Story by Mary Pomfret.
Each night of our five -night derailment, when the hot sun went down, we’d go and sit on the still-warm tracks with a crazed old railway fettler who had befriended us.
Each night of our five -night derailment, when the hot sun went down, we’d go and sit on the still-warm tracks with a crazed old railway fettler who had befriended us.
Mary Pomfret writes a lyrical response to the song Fairytale Of New York in the wake of the death of Shane McGowan.
Saturday night hot and dark/lonely widow sits outside/on front verandah no lights on
It was cold there at the border/I shouted your name, bitter/winds blew strong.
You called me from somewhere in the desert for 88 nights/When I was living somewhere by the sea