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Personal website of M.G. Daniel. Sharing poetry, my writings, snippets from my life and whatever's on my mind.

For all who have struggled

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Happy Labour Day if you are in a place where it is being observed today. My birth country celebrates Labour Day on the traditional International Workers/May Day (May 1) so it took me some getting used to the September option.

We are celebrating the “achievements of workers” about the same time world leaders yappings from the G20 summit include talk about the challenges of rising income inequality  worldwide. Reading some G20 news made me remember this oldie song I fell in love with when I first heard it. I especially liked the creative deception of the intro in the Marc Almond version that does not hint at how it unfolds. After I found out there was a way earlier original version by  David McWilliams, I couldn’t decide who sang it better. But the lovely lyrics are good in any vocals. Here they are in full, a song I post for ever struggler, sufferer and overcomer :

The Days of Pearly Spencer

by Marc Almond

A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
Inside it’s long and so complete
Watched by a shivering sun
Old eyes in a small child’s face
Watching as the shadows race
Through walls and cracks and leave no trace
And daylight’s brightness shuns

The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run

Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing as the swollen mass
On concrete fields where grows no grass
Stumbles blindly on
Iron trees smother the air
But withering they stand and stare
Through eyes that neither know nor care
Where the grass is gone

The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run

Pearly where’s your milk white skin
What’s that stubble on your chin
It’s buried in the rot gut gin
You played and lost not won
You played a house that can’t be beat
Now look your head’s bowed in defeat
You walked too far along the street
Where only rats can run

The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
The race is almost run

A tenement, a dirty street
Remember worn and shoeless feet
Remember how you stood to beat
The way your life had gone
So Pearly don’t you shed more tears
For those best forgotten years
Those tenements are memories
Of where you’ve risen from

The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost won

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Author: M.G. Daniel

I am a lifelong scribbler who is now focusing on poetry and becoming more established as a writer.

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