Testo di All's Quiet On The Inner City Front

blue billboard on the roof next door makes a square of light on the kitchen floor smokes rises from a cigarette there's a dull glisten where the table's wet soft breath rises from the bed a thousand question marks over my head turn on the tube but there's nothing new the usual panic in red, white and blue "military advisors" marching in the square knife-sharp trouser creases slicing air private armies on suburban lawns shoulders braced against the tidal dawn all's quiet on the inner city front i don't know why i should but i feel content bell in the fire station tower rings out the measure of the racing hours i slip through the door to the roof outside to gaze at the sign hanging in the sky that sailor on the billboard looks so self-possessed doesn't have a thing to forgive or forget all's quiet on the inner city front.