The Day That Alvin Stardust Died


The day that Alvin Stardust died, the sun did what it could

Its autumn rays weren’t up to much, but its intentions were

still good

As mothers ferried children up and down the hill

White van men didn’t vanish, and time did not stand still


The day that Alvin Stardust died, the street noise didn’t

stop

The workmen dug a basement room, and fitted out a shop

And clouds of dust from drilling meant I had to close the

doors

And dream about a time when all the sound I heard was yours


The day that Alvin Stardust lived in 1973

That gold December morning with my birthday 50p

To Boots I ran, no Green Cross Code, to slow my way to you

To get my paws on rock and roll, and buy My Coo Coo Choo


The day that Alvin Stardust died, my Macbook went to sleep

Its power cable melted, which meant I couldn’t Tweet

And there I was at 49, alone and out of reach

Wishing I was that little boy in 1973