Paddy McAloon's 'Pearly Gates', accompanied by photographs of poets known, amongst other things, for their meditations on mortality.
Feel the sun upon your back
Someone somewhere wants to steal it
Pray each night you'll catch the thief
But while you sleep he comes and takes it
"Does that make you think, little girl?"
"Doesn't it just, little boy"
There'll be no stampede on the Pearly Gates
I'll say, "After you"
You'll say, "I don't mind the wait"
There'll be no stampede on those imposing doors
Naked and afraid, cowering, we crawl on all fours
See the smile on her young face
Watch life casually erase it
Now I know she's all grown up
She wears a look I can't quite place yet
"What makes you cry, little girl?"
"Maybe I'm scared, little boy"
There'll be no stampede on the Pearly Gates
I'll say, "After you"
You'll say, "I don't mind the wait"
There'll be no stampede on those imposing doors
Naked and afraid, cowering, we crawl on all fours
There'll be no stampede on the Pearly Gates
I'll say, "After you"
You'll say, "I don't mind the wait"
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