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These Were the Dayz

by Aidan A D

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UK Garage with reflections on homelessness and streetlife. First verse is my experience of sleeping in the backseat of a parked car (in France) and waking at dawn to find my 'bedroom' rolling noisily over cobblestones.

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Condemned, mon frere, been there
good brers got me here
inner city slain.


Long ago bro think back
airy sign of the zodiac
under the summer stars
sleeping in parked cars.
Harsh your way, hit the road, Jack
do you remember that dark maze
down Spanish highways
dragging acoustic guitars?
Now your nicotine hack
cough of the nasty years
triggers a Frenchman’s heart-attack
bouncing back off his windscreen
at dawn, mon Dieu, you maniac
just turned nineteen in some
crazy scene from Kerouac.


In a dreamer’s memoirs
someone carries the scars
O those were the days
those were the days.


Unclean, yo, I know
life seems evil when rain
sweeps down in grey flow
to liquidate your name.
Condemned, mon frere, been there
those derelict sixteen years
saw man desolate sometimes
good brers got me here.
Homeless is close to insane.
Down goes body-weight, on-the-street
is war-game for real when
sidewalks seal your fate, when
diesel migraine poison-heat
leaves you debilitate
inner-city slain.


In a dreamer’s memoirs
still someone carries the scars
O those were the days
those were the days.


Down in the trenches crashed out
on park-benches, jeepers-creepers
nightsticks come brushing
peeps heads are crushing
Jesus, it’s the park-keepers!
Roughsleepers of the police-state
quiet for God’s sake
silence, hush in the dark.
You bronchitic stoners
troubadour loners
off the beaten track
how much more punishment
are you planning to take?
‘Hello, hello, nowhere to go
with your backpack'
barks someone blue,
‘wanna be blood-donors?’


In a dreamer’s memoirs
still someone carries the scars
O those were the days
those were the days.

(O my dayz.)




Music & lyrics Aidan A D, big thanx to Lucie Rejchrtova for her synth solo on the runout.

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released July 19, 2023

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Aidan A D London, UK

Alongside music Aidan A D is known for the epic poem Vale Royal (published Goldmark, 1995) a psychogeographical survey of the heart of future London in Kings Cross.

'The fields from Islington to Marybone/ To Primrose Hill and St John's Wood/Were builded over with pillars of gold/And there Jerusalem's pillars stood' (Wm Blake )
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