I was born in the town of Paisley in early 1960 And placed in the care of an old eternal bachelor A strict disciplinarian, a passionate antiquarian His collection of myths and legends was spectacular As a younger man he'd been to see Japan Where a master in a white kimono taught him In a shining moment the myth of the bishonen The youthful hero doomed to fall like blossom And how could I forgive the ugly fugitive Who brought me up according to a fantasy? For when the old man stared at me He drowned in evil beauty Thinking of the early death in store for me