More than a hint of Bob Dylan’s “Black Diamond Bay” on his Desire album.
I would like to tell you more about Black Diamond Bay, bits it late, the clock has stopped telling the time, and the matchsticks holding my eyes open are beginning to crumble

GALI

I’m not shopping at Aldi no more, I’m going to shop at Waitrose
Why use tissues, when I can use silk to wipe my nose
Why bother walking, I can hire a limousine and a Chauffeur
Sod you all I’m wealthy now I’ll live as I prefer.

I think I need a bigger house, I can only get one jet on the drive
If I didn’t have all this money now, don’t know how I would survive
All my rich friends around me, so much power and greed
In those little peasants out there we plant a corrupt seed

Sat out on the wide verandah with our ten grand bottle of wine
No worries about the rest of you, you’ll survive, you’ll all do just fine
I’m going to build a rocket, point it at the moon
Don’t worry that we’ve made the world barren you can all live up there soon

On the tv news another great tsunami
washed away the hotel on the Med island of Gali
It’s said there was nothing left, but a floating wine bottle
And some drawings of a kind of rocket or maybe a space shuttle.

All words Meadowhead Bard.