Last Dance with a Killer
After waking from the long slumber of death
my rebirth and eternal freedom starts.
I think to myself "CRIKEY did I go to dark side".
And just then the clouds started to gather.
A thunderstorm was collecting like a monster
from a bad dream.
Lightning strikes and its claws are all around me.
I swear a stalker waits with his killer instincts.
The lightning is so loud it sounds like firecrackers
but I know that's not what the loud noises are.
The wind is building and then out of nowhere a memory
starts to play in my mind.
Like one of those HD video's you see from a Blu-ray DVD
for the first time.
The picture is so sharp it's like being there live, the sound so clear you expect to see
that THX icon charging up the screen and building to an almost unbearable blare.
Then it begins, I'm back in Ipswich barreling down Prince Edward drive
in my 67 Gran Torino and as I approach Devils Gully I
get this uneasy feeling.
The intensity builds as if some mystical force is driving me.
I look on and watc