The black and the blue of the day
a pentacle hike for your pains
come and take a wander down Neptune Stairs
come and take a wander down Neptune Stairs
the river will wend where it may
through grumbling duchies of rain
come and take a wander down Neptune Stairs
where the ocean-bound skeletons come up for some air
Old Kentish men in stetson hats
avenge their deaths in tiny acts.
brass clocktowers haunt the plains of tar
they see how weak (lost?) you are
and
you will not dream
Here come the weak and the starved
so show them how welcome they are
something for the tourists of a future age
cultural heritage and TB graves
you never meant it to work
and now every shed is a church
you're moving to the country where the roads are paved
leaving something for the tourists of a future age
Tune in, drop out for Friday night,
come Monday, love your convict's life.
stay at your post til 9 pm
go home, lock up and then
you will not dream
Those gleaming screens will have their say
ten lingos bite the dust each day
See Oum Kalthoum and Harry Partch
repenting for their ugly art
you will not dream.
There is no side you can be on
every conclusion proven wrong
own up, stand up, support yourself
as one of the hired help
Live with the team
spend with the team
grieve with the team
you will not dream.
