Stuff by Geoff published on 2018-02-15T21:28:46Z Stuff When he first moved in back in ‘54 He could waltz around on the parquet floors But he soon succumbed with no place to hide He required a haven from the world outside Well he made a start on the skip next door Where he found a freezer so he’s now got four And the one that works is a place of rest For a pile of broadsheets and a mouse’s nest And there’s no more space but he won’t be beat So he brings in stuff from off the street It’s the stuff he craves and thinks he needs It’s beyond repair or plainly obsolete As a London boy living through the blitz He would stumble over a gift from Fritz When a firebomb fell in the dead of night He was first to find it in the morning light So he told himself if he’d got some sense He would let it linger by the neighbour’s fence Tell his mum and dad, maybe sister Sue But in spite of all this he knew what he’d do And there’s no more space but he won’t be beat So he brings in stuff from off the street It’s the stuff he craves and thinks he needs It’s beyond repair or plainly obsolete And growing old is a curse: there must be nothing worse And the hoard is a curse: because he knows what it’s worth For years its home was a garden shed Now it’s kept beneath him underneath the bed And if sleep won’t come or if he can’t rest He will hold it tightly up against his chest So when he can’t be arsed with his meal on wheels Or if outmanoeuvred by his ten TV’s When the phone is lost because no one rings He’ll unleash the firebomb upon all his things And there’s no more space but he won’t be beat So he brings in stuff from off the street It’s the stuff he craves and thinks he needs It’s beyond repair or plainly obsolete Words and music by Geoff Smith 4th December 2017 Genre Folk & Singer-Songwriter