TheNiceGuy

I wrote this one a few months back now, after seeing a bearded busker singing Starman by David Bowie on one of my local streets. The sad thing was he had earnt very little money and it was almost the end of the day. It made me stop for a moment and think about how privileged many people in Western Countries really are.

5. Street Busking Man

I walk down through the city streets,
An old man he looks in my eyes,
Guitar strumming and tapping feet,
I listen to his harsh cries,

He's a street busking man,
Only a street busking man

His six string is only friend,
I feel sad for him as he tries,
Those tales of heartbreak and the end,
And all those people they despise

That street busking man,
The old street busking man

Those kids on the street look away,
They like the sounds of the modern day,
This man sings of those years ago,
The kids don't want to hear him no...

Not that street busking man,
Goddamned street busking man,

Now as the dusk falls,
He packs his guitar away,
Oh he feels so small,
There's no money earnt today

Oooh oh oh oooh oh oh

For the street busking man,
Poor old street busking man,
That sad street busking man,
Tragic street busking man

Oooh oh oh oooh oh oh

The street, busking, man...

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