Newcastle in the rain

For weeks on end

Chain mail at the bus stop

I was aimless in a youth club in Byker

We watched that rocket ship explode over and over

I was due to go to Madrid

I was scared to fly alone

It was the first time

Michael said if the plane should fall from the sky

Wait till just before it hits the clay

Hop off the plane and walk away

1986

Newcastle and Madrid

We were dancing round

To the same music

Two worlds coexisted

So different and yet

We were dancing to the same music

So hot in Madrid

For weeks on end

Retiro Park

Churros in the afternoon

I was hiding from the sun

Watching movies

Behind dark wooden shutters

Madonna with the cigarettes

A nightclub

In a back street

Unmarked doorway

It opened after midnight

A world of light within

Huge fire in the middle

Lots of crowds

So many spirits

Music loud

1986

Newcastle and Madrid

We were dancing round

To the same music

Two worlds coexisted

Where everything we did

Was somehow connected to the music