Port Talbot Songtext
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An old man that I loved and I went walking on the bay
Steelworks stood behind us shooting fire into the sky

The channel flowed into the sea
We stood on soft Atlantic sand

His head not what it used to be
Blue scarf in his hand

You′d better learn to dodge a bullet if you're carrying a gun
Self-praise is no recommendation but I′m as artful as they come

Some things I've never seen before
Some things I'll never see again

I′ll never make another woman cry
I′ll never make another friend

Fair exchange is no robbery
We stood on soft Atlantic sand

His head not what it used to be
Blue scarf in his hand


You'd better learn to dodge a bullet if you′re carrying a gun
Self-praise is no recommendation but I'm as artful as they come

We stood on soft Atlantic sand
Blue scarf in his hand

I know a man who was blind
When he was nearly 40 years old
He had an operation and regained his sight

How was it like


At first, he was elated, really high
Faces, colours, landscapes
But then everything began to change
The world was much poorer than he imagined
No one had ever told him how much dirt there was
How much ugliness
He noticed ugliness everywhere
When he was blind, he used to cross the street alone with a stick
After he regained his sight he became afraid
He began to live in darkness
He never left his room
After three years he killed himself