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Have you seen the objections in the local rag
To these windmills that "ruin the Hills",
and yet the planning permission is granted for THORP
To process nuclear waste that could kill.
Do you know how many people have died mining coal?
What's the point of a life shifting shit from a hole?
When all that's left are the memories of fuels that you wasted
And holes in the sky that you can't dream away.
It took a million years to create the oil
That was spilt on the seas in a day.
And for four more years you pretend not to see
another Exxon Valdiz on the way.
You can't sell us the sun like you sold us gas
And when the North Sea bubble bursts at last
All that's left are the memories of fuels that you wasted
And holes in the sky that you can't dream away.
So you can burn all the coal that you need,
Keep a Magnox running to fuel your greed,
Because the Sun and the Wind and the Waves belong to me.
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The Big Picture
04:56
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In the gallery, a fountain stands, proclaiming THIS IS ART!
Duchamp the artist, with his porcelain urinal, makes a start
on breaking down the myth of art and artists' didactic affair
with a viewing public who, critics argue, don't belong there.
In the playground are a group of children waiting for the day
to come when what they see as games now will at last affect the way
they live their lives, but when the truth unfolds - the story we all know:
that this is all the hope they have, but where there's hope then there is life!
In the city streets, another group is marching for the right
to work, without the constant fear of ripped up contracts overnight
which, in the manic race to cut costs always seems to be the lead.
But what you see as overheads will still have families to feed.
And while you continue to live with closed eyes,
and let people fill your head with sweeteners and lies,
then this narrow perspective is all you'll perceive,
take a step back and open up your eyes, then you'll see the big picture.
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Kafka Dreams
05:18
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Winter falls, black thoughts surround me every night.
Darkness bringing evil visions into sight.
Imagination only breeds hostility
Wandering alone my mind is killing me.
Whisky coursing through my veins is not enough.
Popping pills won't kill the chills that sleeping brings.
Exhaustion numbs the racing mind eventually,
But if I don't get a kiss at night I get Kafka dreams.
Is it all in my mind
Is it all in my head?
Was it something I saw,
Was it something I read?
Now it's all coming down
And its all closing in
And it's crushing my mind
And I'm suffocating
In these Kafka dreams.
Then I see you through closing lids but you're far away.
With you, you bring the spring I need to light the way.
Sunlight kissing you, you fall and brush my lips.
Protected till the day against the nightmare trip -
Against Kafka dreams.
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