Wild One - John Illsley

With ivory brooch and Harpo curls

His beautiful muse a living pearl

Searching for a sense of Alchemy

A difficult pleasure he used to say

He was a wild one

Not a shy one

But a fine one

Unpredictable and unique

Straight to the core soaking up the street

What does it look like what does it mean

True or false or something in between

He was a wild one

Not a shy one

But a fine one

Fire in the belly angels in his soul

Drew a line of liquid gold

Art and music the rhythm of the heart

Pleasure and pain never far apart

From Rimbaud to Baudelaire

From Circular Quay to Chelsea square

To New York City and the Chelsea hotel

A fine line between heaven and hell

He was a wild one

Not a shy one

But a fine one

Fire in the belly angels in the soul

Drew a line of liquid gold

Art and Music Rhythm of the heart

Pleasure and pain never far apart