poetry, philosophy, science - sifted through me, as I am

Tuesday, 17 May 2011

Everything today has the incongruity of a Paul Weller album

I've got a feeling
From the floorboards up
Call it a calling
If you like that touch
Call it what you will
I really don't care too much

I've got a feeling
And I know it's right
I get it most evenings
If not every night
It sings in the air
And dances like candle light

When we play, we play, we play
Mama, from the floorboards up
When we dance, we dance, we dance
Papa, from the floorboards up
When we sway, we sway as one
From the floorboards up

I get a feeling
From the walls and chairs
They tell me of the things that
Have always been there
And all that is not
Will have to go back to dust

© Paul Weller


  1. That's random. but I sort of like these lyrics, this poetry

  2. Yeah, random is fair comment! It was a day I just about scraped up a desire to exist. When the essentials (relationship, really) meant most and everything else "will have to go back to dust".