Marc Almond - The Days Of Pearly Spencer Lyrics

Marc Almond - The Days Of Pearly Spencer Video

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

Ahh Ahh

The race is almost run

 

Nose pressed hard on frosted glass

Gazing as the swollen mass

On concrete fields where grows no grass

He stumbles blindly on

 

Iron trees smother the air

But withering they stand and stare

Through eyes that neither know nor care

Where the grass has gone

 

The days of Pearly Spencer

Ahh Ahh

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

Ahh Ahh

The race is almost run

The days of Pearly Spencer

Ahh Ahh

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

Ahh Ahh

The race is almost won