Rope - Port Talbot Lyrics

An old man that I loved and I went walking on the bay
Steelworks stood behind us shooting fire into the sky
The channel flowed into the sea
We stood on soft Atlantic sand
His head not what it used to be
Blue scarf in his hand
You'd better learn to dodge a bullet if you're carrying a gun
Self-praise is no recommendation but I'm as artful as they come
Some things I've never seen before
Some things I'll never see again
I'll never make another woman cry
I'll never make another friend
Fair exchange is no robbery
We stood on soft Atlantic sand
His head not what it used to be
Blue scarf in his hand
You'd better learn to dodge a bullet if you're carrying a gun
Self-praise is no recommendation but I'm as artful as they come
We stood on soft Atlantic sand
Blue scarf in his hand
I know a man who was blind
When he was nearly 40 years old
He had an operation and regained his sight
How was it like
At first, he was elated, really high
Faces, colours, landscapes
But then everything began to change
The world was much poorer than he imagined
No one had ever told him how much dirt there was
How much ugliness
He noticed ugliness everywhere
When he was blind, he used to cross the street alone with a stick
After he regained his sight he became afraid
He began to live in darkness
He never left his room
After three years he killed himself