The Canadian Brought Us Snow

The Canadian Brought Us Snow

The Canadian brought us snow
And Lucky Strikes for John to smoke
A Thursday night with powercuts
In mountain socks, burning books

We watched the Jetsons for too long –
Saw robots in our sleep
Naval lights from Amsterdam through the kettle steam

The Jesus glow of Calor Gas illuminates the frosted glass
The windowsill, a battle scene
Of Airfix kits and Disney Queens

Born too early, wake up too late
Minds of Chomsky but low birth weight
Sleeping beside, treat us like eggs
Box-jellyfish light; tinsel legs




(Lyrics – GA Johnson)