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When I met Alice
January 20, 2010, 11:40 pm
Filed under: Brighton, people | Tags: , , ,

On new years eve people drink and dance to start the new year as fancy as possible and every corner of the city is beaming with eagerness and expectation. Company in this hour is consolation; an unspoken deal with superstition that the new year I’ll never be lonely. Yet for some people, securing the deal may be unbearable and company may prove itself more frightening than solitude. It was in Cowley Club, one of my new years stops, where I met Alice.

She was standing against the wall near the door with her drink, observing the dancing crowd. My friend A noticed her and wondered why she did not dance. I thought that alcohol had failed to bless her with the intimacy the rest of the crowd was feeling. It could be that what for some people is a frantic ritual of celebration, for others is a stampede. But still she remained because she needed the illusion of company. An illusion that everything will turn out fine and according to plan. After a while, A asked her if she wanted to dance. Alice kindly declined the invitation.

Alice pressed against the wall
So she can see the door
In case the laughing strangers crawl and
Crush the petals on the floor

Alice in her party dress
She thanks you kindly
So serene
She needs you like she needs her tranqs
To tell her that the world is clean
To promise her a definition
Tell her where the rain will fall
Tell her where the sun shines bright
And tell her she can have it all
Today
Today

Pass the crystal spread the Tarot
In illusion comfort lies
The safest way the straight and narrow
No confusion no surprise

Alice in her party dressed to kill
She the thanks you turns away
She needs you like she needs needs her pills
To tell her that the world’s okay
To promise her a definition
Tell her where the rain will fall
Tell her where the sun shines bright
And tell her she can have it all
Today
Today

Alice
Don’t give it way

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