Call the doctor pretty baby

I turned up off the train wretched, having spent 3 hours jumping delayed trains to bloody nowhere. Finally got home and hooked up with my 'Man' (who is a freckly girl about my age with a streetwise 6 year old daughter.. although I dread to know how she explains mummie's work in the playground..)

Anyway, I got home (which meant climbing over the back wall in high heels with 3 bags and scrambling around in the bushes for the wall to our garden. We have to use the back way as our landlord is trying to kill us..)and I finally did my dig. My woMan had warned me the stuff was strong but that's only ever good news to a junky. I shot 2 bags of the stuff, the pin went in like a dream for once. I grooved to some Reingold and then.. I guess, I blacked out. No idea at all what happened.. I woke up after 2 and a half hours stretched out on the lounge rug feeling like dog crap. Warm and sludgy and half-impossible to scrape off the floor. I guess that either the stuff was crammed with benzos or I had od'ed.

I texted the boy about my brief blackout. He replied "call the doctor pretty baby.."

So in the spirit of the death orgasm, this is Spacemen 3 with Call the Doctor. Lay back, light a smoke and appreciate this poetry..


Call the doctor pretty baby, you know I'm near to my last breath
You'd better hurry now honey, or you're gonna be my death
You'd better throw away the spoons and all the other dirty things
Cos when the law arrives this evening, I don't think they'll wait and ring

Call the doctor pretty baby, tell him he's gotta rush and run
Cos I think I've had too much babe, tell him it ain't no fun

Hey there's the door now pretty baby, see who's on the other side
Tell them to back up with the wagon now I think I'm going for a ride

Tell them I did it to myself babe, and I lived a life of sin
Tell them black ain't always white babe, and without sure ain't within

Pierce/Kember 1989



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