Laughter for Lovers

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Standing naked in the spectral heat
Lapping up your baby sideshow
Remember I was the one who said
“Laughter is for lovers”
And you who gave me
All you did not know how to give

One, two, fancy you!
My bubble blew out and burst on you
What got me was
It was too very wonderful
I’d live it all through and through
I’d live it all through and through
Live it all through and through

In the void that’s left without you
I’ve seen the strangest things
Who wants to see the sea
Leaking through the sky?
Or a dinosaur’s blue rinse
Yeah, head down the loo?

One, two, fancy you!
My bubble blew out and burst on you
What got me was
It was too very wonderful
I’d live it all through and through
I’d live it all through and through
Live it all through and through

Your new boyfriend you’ve known for a while
And when I met you some way down the road
You told me he beat up your Careers Officer
Because you asked him to
And now you’ve got your baby
What a joke it was to be free!

Now I doubt if you’d believe me
I don’t take life too seriously
Finding it all so very funny
Oh, all the blessèd time
But even if laughter is for lovers
I don’t think I’ll split my sides

One, two, fancy you!
My bubble blew out and burst on you
What got me was
It was too very wonderful
I’d live it all through and through
I’d live it all through and through
Live it all through and through

 

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© 2020 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

Spiderwoman!

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Spiderwoman!
Spiderwoman!

She weaves me in her web
Spins me in silvery thread
She lets me loose a second
Then pulls me in again

Spiderwoman!
Spiderwoman!

I’m a fly in a dusty old web
Dried out and almost dead
She leaves me like an empty shell
She hauls new flies in again

Spiderwoman!
Spiderwoman!

She weaves me in her web
Spins me in silvery thread
She lets me loose a second
Then pulls me in again

Spiderwoman!
Spiderwoman!

Spiderwoman!
Spiderwoman!

Spiderwoman!
Spiderwoman!

 

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© 2020 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

Strange Attraction

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Face of the mermaid is drifting in the sky
Where she haunts the mountains in the clouds
She shows me a sea of fertility
Or drainaway earth I die to be sown in

Her eyes magnetise like a strange attractor
Message in slow time from the heart of chaos
And for all the slaps in her tail
She wakes me fresh to the real dream

From the heart of creation
I’ll seek no distraction
No escape from this
Strange attraction

I am in love and strung up in a whirlwind
My cinders rise up to where she lives
Fanning my flames in her secret smile
Soothing my summer in the languishing swamp

Standing at the sea edge, aiming to fly
I see you, queen of my dreams
Your higher being comes alive and shines
In your eyes with such gentle love

From the heart of creation
I’ll seek no distraction
No escape from this
Strange attraction

“How heavenly it is ~ to be floating in a warm wet void
Music from the event horizon moves through soft asylum”

In this hour of all hours and this pain of no pains
There’s no pain to be wrapped up with you
It’s all in the mind and all is good
It’s all in the mind and all is good

From the heart of creation
I’ll seek no distraction
No escape from this
Strange attraction

 

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© 2020 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

Accidental Sweetheart

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In the silence dark as this night
I watch you pinned back in your dream
I hear you chatter nonsense as you breathe
My light shows how smooth you are
Your eyelids drawn shut and your skin pulled tight
Breathing loud and smacking your lips for water

Accidental Sweetheart
Asleep, she has to be kissed
Accidental Sweetheart
One more blink and she’s missed

You are trusting to the utmost degree
Here in the limelight of my love
How soft your bare and tender arms
I must kiss you now . . . 
Will you soon forget
And dream my kiss was someone else?

Accidental Sweetheart
Asleep, she has to be kissed
Accidental Sweetheart
One more blink and she’s missed

Going down little lanes together
Next day wondering why
Once only ever
Never to be so close again
Like two sticks in the river
Caught for an instant in the flow
Two sticks in the river
Aaah oh . . .

Subdued as your music is
I can’t share your torments and bliss
I can’t unlock the secrets of your deep
As I fear I see you far, far away
Can our love reach right through your sleep?
Unconsciously, does it even exist?

Accidental Sweetheart
Asleep, she has to be kissed
Accidental Sweetheart
One more blink and she’s missed

 

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© 2020 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

Watching the Show

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Watching the show that the Indians show me
Down the hazy plains of sunset
The process of distillation goes on
The cities of illusion are in chaos
Waiting for restoration
At the brink of holocaust

We must keep silent and dare not disturb
These precarious props of shards in strife
To build a new empire of crystal dreams ~
The hubbub to settle

Watching the show that the Indians show me
Down the hazy plains of sunset
These slow nights of darkness
Bring new adversaries
They don’t care what we wear tonight
Our armour’s fading fast

Hurled like a bullet in train, car or plane
We feel the earth no more beneath us

In the past we understood
Things no longer remembered
In the past we knew
Why the stars are there

Watching the show that the Indians show me
Down the hazy plains of sunset
The process of distillation goes on

Goes on . . .

 

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© 2016 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

TV Creeping Song

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I’m the one who walks outside
Transparent with the tide
Where shapes and ghosts feed upon
My black and deep desires
There hangs a crystal shadow
Wrapped around a hidden fire

In the dark, disappearing
Don’t even notice me, as I roam the downs at night
My brutal wishes dispelling ~
Secret power rises where no eyes are prying
Far from creeping TV towns

Me, oh me, left out to freeze
My true love forsaken
Heart stamped with mud
Who are they? ~ I feel so sullied
Bloated on corrupted waters

They drive round looking for things
To feel disgusted with
I’m living in the future now
When they’re all gone
This thing I have become
Is a carbon copy of no one

In the dark, disappearing
Don’t even notice me, as I roam the downs at night
My brutal wishes dispelling ~
Secret power rises where no eyes are prying
Far from creeping TV towns

No one will fight for me
No one knows who I am
I’ll scream like an animal
I will spite the numbing pain
I’ll start it up again

Night time on the Downs
Far from creeping TV towns
I will never surrender to these cold grey ghosts
Slithering beneath their stone
The shame hides itself onscreen
Sucking holes in the human soul

In the dark, disappearing
Don’t even notice me, as I roam the downs at night
My brutal wishes dispelling ~
Secret power rises where no eyes are prying
Far from creeping TV towns

 

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© 2016 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

The Time of Great Waste

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So the wreckers are going to Mars
To drive around and suck things up
Trading in green trees and grass
For a hell of red dust
There’s nothing on Mars for us
The Time of Great Waste is upon us

In sealed-up tins they can never leave
They try to bodge a world from scratch
Their skins will wither and bleach
On a bare planet of rust
There’s nothing on Mars for us
The Time of Great Waste is upon us

I’m not tired of living here
It’s great to breathe — free air
I don’t want to live in a bubble
Too blind to mind my own mess

I’m not an empty vacuum
I won’t trade — the trees
For a land without sea
There’s nothing on Mars for me
But a Morlock factory

With the DNA of paradise
Trailing like cigar ash
The Time of Great Waste is upon us

So the wreckers are going to Mars
To drive around and suck things up
Trading in green trees and grass
For a hell of red dust
There’s nothing on Mars for us
The Time of Great Waste is upon us
And it must pass

 

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© 2016 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

I is an Other

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Your spinning dance is delirious
I won’t ask you why the circles
Why d’they keep on turning us, love?
They won’t let us fake a twirl
As one hoops down upon another
It meets and merges us . . .

Organic dancefloor whereupon we go

I ain’t here, you ain’t here
We’re just watching, it’s amazing
Down to earth and we’re up phasing
I is an Other, you are me
Don’t forget what we see
We’re going to be free

It’s been death to “The End” all along
But now Aurora is effervescing
There’s a road to go dancing for
With symphonic threads a-twirling
The long march to freedom
Even in our unpaid ballroom

I ain’t here, you ain’t here
We’re just watching, it’s amazing
Down to earth and we’re up phasing
I is an Other, you are me
Don’t forget what we see
We’re going to be free

Baby, I love to see you dance in the afternoon
Let’s get close up inside your womb
Buzzing bodies melting, melting
. . . Far out . . .

When the night is humming, and no one’s coming
I’ll wait for you in your room
Beneath a steel-ice moon of blue

Your spinning dance is delirious
I won’t ask you why the circles
Why d’they keep on turning us, love?
They won’t let us fake a twirl
As one hoops down upon another
It meets and merges us . . .

Organic dancefloor whereupon we go

I ain’t here, you ain’t here
We’re just watching, it’s amazing
Down to earth and we’re up phasing
I is an Other, you are me
Don’t forget what we see
We’re going to be free

When the night is humming, and no one’s coming
I’ll wait for you in your room
Beneath a steel-ice moon of blue

 

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© 2016 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

Connected to Remote Sunrise

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I’m tripping and know I don’t need it
People do nothing but limp it
You’ve got the same old slave grin
You lost your roaring wave in

We found out night in perfect silence
Drowned in rapids of indulgence
The punch of time now streaming
Will betray our bad dreaming

The comet trickles to oblivion
Hung up with menacing precision
The sea is gleaming quicksilver
Mighty with meaning that shivers

Warlike sparks of obscurity
Skies dim with satellites . . .
Shall we never be
Rapt in mystery?

In response to our host’s message
Which the living stars encourage
Eyes meet in the evening light
Scanning harmonies out of sight

People of skittles lose their fear
Find out why they really are here:
Time is made up of flowing eyes
Connected to remote sunrise . . .

May they find their freedom and soul
Endless reaching for a goal
The Child in the wasteland ~ all alone
The Child within that smiles alone

The child who will live behind the wild curtain

 

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© 2016 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

Whiteladies Road

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I hate the sound of the mob this time of year

The black evenings and yahoo smells
Get up my mortal nose
I won’t go where others go
On Whiteladies Road

This street, up the old hill
Is seething with new beauties and thugs
With dusk they begin to cluck
Spending their beginner’s luck

They wear the frayed jeans of street kids
But can’t match their swagger
I walk with no comrades
But hunger

Here come some dressed as Caesars
I cross my eyes to confront the show
Embrace the difference out on my own
On Whiteladies Road

Who is worth less than everyone else?

All the young dudes, drowning in debts
They think I’m sad ~ I think they’re sad
Bailed out by parents, they throw up their chips
Trample front gardens and tear off dustbin lids

If it’s possible for us all to live like these flibbertigibbets
If this is the way we breed or say hello
Come join the banquet
On Whiteladies Road

Girl on her back by the traffic lights
Kicks her legs out ~ trying to rise
‘Give the dog a bone!’ some wag shouts
Then trots to his mates with some traffic cones

They won’t make me meaningless as I walk home
Up Whiteladies Road

Up Whiteladies Road
Whiteladies Road

 

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© 2016 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

Twitch Doctor

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I’ll be your twitch doctor
dull as an ache
The realms you attempt to raise
are silent now
They don’t make a stitch
in my rusty frame

I’ve timed the size of my disguise
and look back on
La la la la la, oh yea-a-h
with wondrous eyes

Like an old basket case
that twinkles in space
An over-riding boredom
sticks my crate in the glue
Stifling every moment
that it wastes with you

You don’t know how it feels
universe of nothing made real
Watch rivers unwind in slime
I’m fed up with your mind

I’ve timed the size of my disguise
and look back on
La la la la la, oh yea-a-h
with wondrous eyes

Will anything ever get done
following the sun?
Does anyone still care
with sunglasses in their hair?
When nothing is freely given
you tie yourself in ribbons

I’ve timed the size of my disguise
and look back on
La la la la la, oh yea-a-h
with wondrous eyes

“Do not reject the hero in your soul …
Keep holy your highest hope!”   [Nietzsche]

 

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© 2016 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

The House of Lost Children

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They won’t let me do things I want
They won’t tame me like a robot
Nor tempt me to the factory
Where they make plastic swans out of everybody
And to think rock’n’roll has come to this
A girl with designer tits
Asks what my problem is ~

In the House of Lost Children
I’ve been locked away
I will commit myself to nothing
Save to moan and be unhappy
In the House of Lost Children
They’ve hidden all the keys

I’ll never take their King’s shilling
No matter what they dress it up in
I’m not famous or rich
But don’t have to hide when I go outside
I live in a room between miseries
And when I try to sing
They bang on the ceiling

Must I always be
Trapped at the beginning?
In the House of Lost Children
I’ve been condemned to drift
In a cell of no space
Really no space at all

I’ll wander off and be childish
Or never do the work to set me free
Long ago I came to grief
Carelessly tossed aside
I turned up mixed up
In the House of Lost Children
Soured at the age of education

I can’t buy my way out
They took away my pocket money
And gave it to the mediocrity
It seems I’ll never move on
If I don’t finish this song
The things they’d have me do

In the House of Lost Children
I’ve been locked away
I will commit myself to nothing
Save to moan and be unhappy
In the House of Lost Children
I’ll forge my own way
And then we shall see
Who’s got the key

 

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© 2016 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

The End of Nowhere

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I know what it’s all about
I know what I can’t get
That summer I got so upset
Running to catch the green sunset

The end of nowhere is near
The end of nowhere is here

Thought I’d go out
Just one last wish for you
Locked inside my room
You don’t know how it feels

The end of nowhere is near
The end of nowhere is here

Lying sideways in a field
The wild air blows your shield
You live in a very dry world
You won’t let your feelings unfold

You’re an unreachable forest
I’ll do what I do best
Just wander and drift
Until my love for you is dead

The end of nowhere is near
The end of nowhere is here

A new someone will appear

 

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© 2016 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

Effigy Town

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Psychedelic illness, it beggars belief
Flowers of poverty, anger and peace
I’ll go forth – silently needling
The whining madness.
Bandwagons rise, sex and fashion . . .
Dole drums in the sadness.

Effigy Town, down by the sea
Almost lovely town, no one here for me
No one for my smile – when the sun comes around
The losers and the mutterers
Float down heaven’s orphan gutters
And there’s no one here to fall in love with.

Peer pressures bleed, child squat rots
Charred stoppers in their mental knots
Frozen-eyed diggers of kicks lump in
Gobbling pills and alcohol.
Jump in a hole just to call them friends, then
Crucify lungs in their ashtray temple.

One more effigy come to make free
In Sandcastle-on-Sea.

Lovely squatter girl, a dream in woollen tights
Your eyes are diamond lights –
Why d’you put up with him?
He drags you round the dumps he haunts, and publicly flaunts
Not much for lovers in losers’ paradise
But somewhere to get sick in.

Effigy Town, down by the sea
Almost lovely town, no one here for me
No one for my smile – when the sun comes around
The losers and the mutterers
Float down heaven’s orphan gutters
And there’s no one here to fall in love with.

Loaves we’ll snatch from bins
And in the skip where we’ll live we’ll sing;
On fine white nights I’ll be a poet –
In the morning find me on the beach
Poor mother’s gurning angel
My dreams put out of reach.

One more effigy come to make free
In Sandcastle-on-Sea.

And if the joke wears thin
I’ll write songs without guitar strings
And howl them for you in the street
Where disappointment runs deep;
And if I grow old I’ll not reform
Nor grieve my shrunken seed.

Effigy Town, down by the sea
Almost lovely town, no one here for me
No one for my smile – when the sun comes around
The losers and the mutterers
Float down heaven’s orphan gutters
And there’s no one here to fall in love with.

How I’ve longed for a newer thought – a vision shifting emphasis
How I’ve longed for something – or someone – to blow me alive . . .
To feel the way I do
For you see I’m not a coward yet I blame myself for everything.

~ Go freely forth with a newer thought.

 

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© 2016 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

Normal by Numbers

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Little gardens are commuters’ cages
Using fibre optics they slam down to work
Self-replicating androids in iron vaults
Eating up cake in the strong room

Normal by numbers
How smoothly the escalators shift them
Normal by numbers
Sleepless moans in smoky zones
Normal by numbers
They live – we sleep

Dawn of the dead in the street
Traipsing past their traffic wardens
Into new mock-up towers of Babylon ~
Planned designs, architects in delight

Normal by numbers

Shrunken heads are the spite of life
Sitting on the tube you feel the leers
Grey flannel sweat clamped in need
Like golfballs strung tied inside

Perjuring the innocent and dancing
To dreary discordant sighs and everyday lies
Hanging round somebody else’s neck on a string
They don’t want you to see the other thing:
‘Computer virus AIDS transmitted by virtual reality’

Normal by numbers
How smoothly the escalators shift them
Normal by numbers
Sleepless moans in smoky zones
Normal by numbers
They live – we sleep

Dribbling chins are bad enough
Letting down a face-pulled mask
The real me is delicately ‘mental’
On the other hand, not ‘accidental’

Normal by numbers
How smoothly the escalators shift them
Normal by numbers
Sleepless moans in smoky zones
Normal by numbers
They live – we sleep

 

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© 2016 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

Millennium Man

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‘Millenn-i-um’ x 2

Can you throw away the little sticks you hold?
Stop being told you’re growing old
There’s no one else inside but you
No one else, with nothing to do
But fly your own horse back to the source
While the aim of you is still new

If your friends confine you and you’ve fed them up
Things might seem so dirty and mean
Sickening in a starving dream
If the people all want consolation
In drugged out queues of isolation
From cradle to grave with no imagination
~ They won’t look at the stars!

May the little man in your heart
Find a new face, burn a new place of peace
In the lake of ice your laughing spirit escapes
Dreams drawing spirit gold
Creation won’t be bought and sold
Higher than the ache of fire
Higher than the ache of fire

I sometimes wonder just what’s left for me
Lapping up the milk of processed gods
Eyes collected at the TV steeple
Crowds like adverts for dumb-dumb people
Won’t get to see unless I break their signal –
And though my face fall right through a wall
Vain reflection’s worth nothing at all

‘Millenn-i-um Ma-an’ x 2

With gaping mouths and a religious stuffing
Of money to feed their cold grey boasts
Who will drive out these puritan ghosts
Possessed to meddle in the human future –
Hideous beasts in the beat computer?
A tense electric fence to numb the pain?
Or is it stone age gangs again?

May the little man in your heart
Find a new face, burn a new place of peace
In the lake of ice your laughing spirit escapes
Dreams drawing spirit gold
Creation won’t be bought and sold
Higher than the ache of fire
Higher than the ache of fire

‘Millenn-i-um Ma-an’ x 4

 

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© 2016 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

I Ain’t a Teenager No More

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I know I should feel insecure
I know I should feel a pain
Brown acrylic trousers and dad’s sad jokes
Won’t put things right again
But I ain’t a teenager no more
And I don’t even care to be one

If I’m too scared to be myself
If I’m too square for the teenage girls
Will it pay to cling onto things
With lots of drippy songs to sing?
I ain’t a teenager no more
And I won’t pretend to be one

Or maybe I should pull my pants half down
Waddle around with a sulky frown
I can’t even fathom my own life’s dream
Or talk to people not dressed like me
I ain’t a teenager no more
And I don’t even care to be one

’Cos even the grown-ups
Try to be seen like teenage toddlers
They make up their children for endless adolescence
Then they want to suck on dummies

No matter how much vanity they let me get
All these toys we got and yet ~ no meaning
We’re like brats in casinos, puffed up with card tricks
And most of what passes for art is . . .    [fart noise]
So watch my lips . . .
I ain’t a teenager no more
And I shan’t even pay to be one

So keep your hands off

 

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© 2016 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

Don’t Start

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I ain’t come to join your picnic
I’m just passing through
There’s nothing here
You should care about about me
We won’t listen to each other

We’d lie about our faces
So I’m just making paces
Don’t start on with me
I’m not one to flatter, please
Carry on your chatter, undisturbed

I’ve seen you give him an acceptable look
He expects no more in his book
He’s an ordinary bore
And you’ll fool yourself some more
Go find another war

She sits with the rich
Rugger bugger in long shorts
Flipflops ’n’ massive cornfed shoulders
While he struts his stuff

She likes to pose by his Porsche
There’s a breadhead on the corner
He can easily afford her
Buying up trinkets for her mind
That’s why ~

I ain’t come to join your picnic
I’m just passing through
There’s nothing here
You should care about about me
We won’t humiliate each other

She’s so pretty but I don’t need her
Ten a penny
Except I couldn’t afford her

 

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© 2016 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

Dogs

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Call us dogs
We carry chains
Call us dogs
We walk the streets
Call us
We look pretty mean

Call us dogs
We get fed
Call us dogs
We bark a lot
Call us
We’re easily led 

Call us dogs
We carry chains
Call us dogs
We walk the streets
Call us
We look pretty mean

Just call us dogs
Just call us dogs
(don’t call us dogs)
Just call us dogs
(don’t call us dogs) … etc

 

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© 2016 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

Watching the World End

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My life . . .

My life dissolving, resented by friends
What scares me most, when strangers attack
Have I let someone down
Who might be back?

We’ll find a little doorway
A good place to stand
Rockets going off everywhere
All this fuss tonight
Are we watching the world end?

My life in a bubble, who should I be?
With so much on show, what’s left to believe?
It’s no longer simple to go on
People are taking sides
Some can see the snowballing tide
Others grow the latest blind eye

We’ll find a little doorway
A good place to stand
Rockets going off everywhere
All this fuss tonight
Are we watching the world end?

Can’t we do something?
Shan’t we do something?
Shall we put up our feet and watch
In luxury ~ and fear
Dust disguised as wealth
While our speechless mouth maintains
No soft cell of sanctuary?

I don’t like to question, nor seek to offend
But are we watching as the world ends?

Will the world end in apathy or violence?
In all the streets I watch, no cars stop
But the crowd is everywhere
And I’m still part of it

We’ll find a little doorway
A good place to stand
Rockets going off everywhere
All this fuss tonight
Are we watching the world end?

 

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© 2016 Pete Gioconda & Three Face Music

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