a short site about The Divine Comedy

French version

Lost Property

Original version (4:39)

Postcards and letters,
T-shirts and sweaters,
Passports and Parkas,
Mobiles and chargers,
Two tennis rackets,
Blue Rizla packets,
A new sheep-skin jacket:
I lost it

All through my life there have been
Many rare and precious things
I have tried to call mine
But I just cannot seem
To keep hold of anything
For more than a short time.

Possessions of a sentimental kind -
They were mine, now they’re not.

Lost,
Gym-kits and trainers,
Blown like seeds on the wind.
Asthma inhalers,
Everything lost,
Silk-cuts and Bennies,
Tossed like ships on the ocean
Ten-packs and twenties,
And dashed on the rocks,
C-class narcotics,
Hiding just out of reach,
Antibiotics,
Waiting for
The holes in my pockets:
Me.
I lost it all.

All that I’d like is to know
Just where do those lost things go
When they slip from my hands.
Then one night in a dream
I passed through a sheepskin screen
To a green, pleasant land.

I found them all piled up into the sky
And I cried tears of joy.