A Distant Relation - John Cooper Clarke

A family affair.

We get the picture,

We’re in it somewhere.

Permanent fixtures.

People who care.

Stranger beware,

This is a family affair

All of our yesterday’s.

Familiar rings,

I have to get away,

Its breaking my heart strings.

We have a drink,

On special occasions,

It makes me think,

About distant relations,

A family affair.

Always a mixture.

Of people in chairs,

Permanent fixtures,

With pressure to bear.

People who care.

This is a family affair.

Holiday snapshots.

Of you and myself.

Acting the crackpot,

Like everyone else.

The Bermuda shorts,

and the summer creations,

Bringing thoughts,

of those distant relations.

A family affair.

We brake ornaments, and get them repaired,

We bring up past events that hang in the air.

This is a family affair.

All our yesterdays.

Familiar rings.

I have to get away, from some sourroundings.

Weddings and funerals, special occasions,

And all the usual distant relations.

A family affair.

Look at this picture.

We’re in there, look there.

Permanent fixtures.

People who care,

Whisper who dares,

This is a family affair.