As the situationists start to loom
Too slow to learn, too vain to groom.
The apex of cool, in Kings Road it stood,
Of svengali Mclaren and crazy Westwood
Achieving style, in nihilist ways
The adrenaline rush, of those halcyon days.
Just get even, never annoyed
Know the right people – to avoid;
Off beat tragedy, of long day spent
Seditionaries culture, it was heaven sent,
At first encounter – with just one look
I fell deeply in lust with Pamela Rooke.
Never has fabric felt so good
As vintage fashion and fetish should;
Hiatus of style, the headstrong will rule
Own the keys – to the empire of cool,
Can I sing along, to the antique duke box?
Then I’ll try on, all the frocks.
An Aladdin’s cave, a radical lair
No other shop – could quite compare.
This is the Mecca of avant guarde
Every Saturday morning, until I was barred;
Paradise Garage sprang style to borrow
We were searching, for a new tomorrow.
Let it Rock was my favourite name
From miles around the chic crowd came.
Shock the value of – a shop called Sex
Still looking for, Seditionaries next.
All the designs were absurdly alluring
They are still today, indeed icon enduring;
From the town of Bromley, I was hurled
To the most exciting shop, at the end of the world.
