Patrick ( Laureys ) would make me play Knockin' on Heaven's Door, like, all the time.I would strum it, he would sing it. It was a belter.
And Girl frrom the North Country.
We were seventeen at the time. Pat Garret and Billy the Kid we were.
He stopped knockin' at nineteen, succumbing to downers and booze.
Still imagine his wind-swept grave somewhere in France or Corsica.
Midzic, he was the Corsican bandit. And Pascal his acolyte. Me and Barrow. And sometime Forbes. We did a rendition of If I had a Hammer.
That would get Trini Lopez out his rocking-chair.
We were so far from home.We still are