ς…………

 

The firelight plays on me.
The choir ignites behind me.
The rising voice of discontent
Of the guardian angels —
You can bang the drum.
Look what we’ve become.

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I hope there might be one of us
Who calls the tune:
Last day of June.

The so called third dimension
Hardly deserves a mention.
The first and second stages
Have been confused for ages.
Knowledge has been lost.
How much does it cost.

I hope there might be one of us
Who calls the tune:
Last of June.
Who breaks the news:
Last day of June.

The city draws it’s breath in.
I can almost hear it thinking:
There are people within my walls
In their Godless order
Driving their machines,
Swarming like a million bees.

I hope there might be one of us
Who calls the tune:
Last day of June.
Who speaks the truth:
Last day of June.
Who breaks the news:
Last day of June.

by Neil Finn (from Finn the album)

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