Stan Bowles - The Others

When I fist met you

You were wearing, wearing a tunic

Eyes glazed over, stripped right back like a hollow

We’d talk for days in a room off Cambridge Heath Road

Smoking bone in your backroom

While your sister, while your sister phoned

While your sister, while your sister phoned

While your sister, while your sister phoned

I’d stare at your eyes as you helped the children

You’re quoting Voltaire or Ginsberg

To the adorned in your kitchen

Sipping ice tea in the summer

Picture a park, yeah

Playing at being Stan Bowles

QPR Nineteen seventy five

QPR Nineteen seventy five

QPR Nineteen seventy five

QPR Nineteen seventy five

QPR Nineteen seventy five

Then you helped me out

You gave me a break, a break from the boredom

I quit my job

I took a gamble, a gamble on a new life

I’ll always remember staying with you in your hotel

I’ll always owe you son

Gratitude gratitude my friend

Gratitude gratitude my friend

Gratitude gratitude my friend

Gratitude gratitude my friend