RUMOURS & LIES & STORIES THEY MADE UP.

 

Awaken my sweet, for a fresh day is dawning

And the larks they do herald a new Tear Gas morning

Walk with me true love, come take my hand

And let us go a roving through our Wonderland,

Where the children they frolic on the green grassy knoll

Beneath the halogen lamps of the Noon Street patrol.

Hush now my sweet, say not one word

For our thoughts we don’t want them to be overheard

By the prying ears of near neighbor Jim

Who’d sell his own soul just to turn us both in.

Or the little ones singing that old nursery rhyme

Come, put down your toys, it’s brainwashing time

Prick up your ears and pick up your pens

And let’s play a game of Who, Why & When.

It’s oh so much fun, this catch as catch can

Let’s send Mummy & Daddy to the Party Man

They all look so pretty in their trousers and skirts

With shiny gold buttons upon their green shirts.

Their freshly scrubbed faces and dark searching eyes

That see no distinction between the truth and the lies

Blinded with snowstorms, programmed by hate

There’s something bad lurking behind that park gate.

Where people from bad homes are turned over like tricks

And faces grow weary from kissing the bricks

With cameras and pictures and snaps to remember

While we struggle to tell if it’s May or December.

Your birthday, our wedding, the names of our kids

That diary you brought me, I’d best keep it hid

From the all seeing eye that hangs from the wall,

And barks out instructions that force us to crawl.

Down alleys and backstreets, through bomb blacked out gloom

To the shop on the corner with the small attic room

Where we lie in the darkness, caressing in fright

While the snakes and the vultures prowl on through the night.

The sticks and the stones may soon break our bones

But it’s the names that will finally hurt us

For they’ll call us this, and they’ll call us that

While our memories pack up and desert us.

Until we scream out aloud we can’t take anymore

And two nailed to two no longer makes four

Before we forget all our promises, those dreams yesterday

In the rush to confess and the need to betray.

I still love you now as I once loved you then

As the bell rings out thirteen from the chimes of Big Ben

So goodbye my love, as you leave without warning

And I step out once more to a bright Tear Gas morning.