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Mod

Mod

I may have schizophrenia
or something very similar
I woke in Quadrophenia
out on a peninsular...
I felt the crease
In my stay pressed knees
green onions in Sherry's
just hum on the breeze..
vitality of youth
blasting in your vains
music is your heart
bashing in your brains..
they were The Mods
thought they were gods
but its all moved on
The Bell Boy has gone
close your eyes
feel them run
down Seven Dials
searching for Pinball
but he's lost his balls
the Wizard retired..
you won't find him..

it's all gone.. Modern

 

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Audrey youde

Really took me back to when I was a Mod Chic, and even to this day Quadrophenia is my all time favourite film ,,just wish they had done a sequel to it , but I really enjoyed your write x

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pauline codd

Hi Adrey,  I was at the latter end of the mods, then they had a short revival in the mid seventies, I was reading that the planned a sequal to Quadrophenia but the big celebs turned it down, what a shame.. My brother lived that time, however he was a Mocker.. He had a big fat BSA, long hair but wore a posh suit.. Purple jacket and white trews..   I should write about him. and his mates used to ride motor bikes And scooters.. Guess we weren't so intense up North.. then again the gutter press were rampant back then.. Xx cheers

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