Ralph McTell “Streets of London”
I remember an interview with Ralph McTell about this song. He said he wrote it for a friend who was depressed and felt that life was not worth living. Ralph tries to tell him that there are many in the world much worse off than him.
Recently on my Facebook pages there has been much discussion about how artists respond to criticism and how the bad review or unkind remark can eat away at your confidence. Each of us has an internal voice that sometimes is supportive and other times critical and we have to achieve some sort of balance.
I am not a good sleeper and often lie awake and that’s when the crow comes, I realise that inner criticism is what can drive us on and I try to take something positive out of it but it isn’t always easy. Here is the poem I wrote down when I listened to “Streets of London”.
The Dog and the Crow
The dog sits by his side strong in limb and devotion
It waits for his command with panting breath
“Go, Master” It tells him “Yours it the certain path.”
It would follow him to the cliff edge and beyond
At his back the crow pecks sputtering out rueful words
Words of shame, words of quivering doubt
He hates the crow’s questions but they strengthen him
Reminding him that progress does not come from compliancy
As the moon rises he waits for fitful sleep but it evades him
Hiding behind the doors to hidden and unknown rooms
The dog sleeps beside the dying fire and dreams of biscuits
Whilst the crow’s haunted cries echo across the valley
©jeffprice April 2017