John Illsley Wild One
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
