It is very sad that my first love's dance Should have happened down in old Kings Cross* Where amid this sordid circumstance There was something more than just innocence lost. Wrap it up and put it in - where was romance? (The girl's heart covered by a cold hard frost). I was her last trick of the night - and then? Well after this - all she wants is h*roin.
Glittering old tart - the Cross - debauched and stupid; - Where some find pleasure - and others find great pain. Destroying innocence - you'll find not Cupid - Drenched in sin and soaking in the rain. I speak of her in memories quite lucid; - (At other times she shames and fogs my brain). This is a place where truly nothings free - And if you ever went there you would see.
So going back now thirty years in time; - With gangsters' molls, whores, and drugs aplenty; - Ev'ry violence - ev'ry type of crime - Well, so it was - back there in the eighties. Though in this wildlife something sublime; - A merging of the Tigress and Euphrates.** Awash with drugs and every type of sin - Hookers off their faces on cheap h*roin.
That was where I was - down in old Kings Cross Losing at sixteen my sweet virginity; - And sleeping (as I did) with life's worst dross - Saw this den of vice and inequality. (Though half of Sydney would be at a loss If this old dame were ever closed you see). Here vice has value - something like a treasure - Where we "sin in haste - and repent at leisure".
The 'Cross of old: - well that was how it was; - Like a jail (co-educational) with lights. And why you ask? Why? - just well - just because - (How else can you explain all those street fights?) I tell of times long gone back in "the "Cross" - (Destroying the young as they found their delights). "Drunks, (and) junkies and busted up old sluts"^; - Well, they say us Aussies were "as rough as guts".
There were a few good people - the odd saint As diamonds in the rough - (as you might say) Though not for me because saint I ain't And I was young and in my "salad days". Well this is the picture that I paint (For saints you'd best look in another place) Except of course for Father Chris O'Rielleys' Youth Off the Streets virtuous charities.***
No time now; to return to memories; - No time - to come - and settle - those old scores. She's tame and I'll not make new enemies; - All's gone quiet with these our "lockout laws".**** Hard to find a foe or even frenemies; - The spark is gone and now she only bores; - Kicked out of the 'Cross at 1 am The clubs are closed like jails - inmates in them.
* Sydney's "red light" district. ** (I'm being ironic here - not exactly the "cradle of civilization"). *** YOTS = Well-known Sydney Christian charity helping street kids **** Due to out-of-control alcohol/drug-fueled violence, pubs, nightclubs, etc are closed to new patrons at 1 am (Lockout Laws). Many say this has harmed businesses and destroyed the nightlife. ^ I've quoted a line here, from the Australian film Blue Murder
Hi LCBR.........Never been to the Cross.........but I have now.......Enjoyed this .....Regards nu
lovecanberealOPSydney, New South Wales AustraliaJun 10, 2017
Its a fair bit tamer these days, gentrified you could say. Thanks for the comment.
Rachael_0622Big lake, Alaska USAMar 29, 2020
lovecanbereal,
Food for thought thx for sharing In our youth Things are diff than we expect I once loved a sweet young man Interruption came and went I loved him so 45 years I wondered what happened to him Found him recently later He is still fine Peace unto him Rachael_0622
lovecanberealOPSydney, New South Wales AustraliaMar 30, 2020
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Food for thought
thx for sharing
In our youth
Things are diff than we expect
I once loved a sweet young man
Interruption came and went
I loved him so
45 years I wondered what happened to him
Found him recently
later
He is still fine
Peace unto him
Rachael_0622