generations squeezed into the soil
Aiding and abetting the cover up
the land still sucks it up
like petrol on a fire
tears soak into sheol
the sandy sponge aint full enough yet.
I have a drink of tea, some Tv, a cake, a sleep, a think, lunch and second lunch.
the belly certainly protrudes but
it is never enough
there is no new life.
April newsletter online
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"Sitting alone, the comfort zone
Your feet up on a Sunday morning
The same skin that you were born in
Who'd though it could stretch so far
There's nothing wrong, the football's on
A warm beer and a chicken sandwich
Growing old, fat, gaseous and rich
Say what a lucky bunny you are
You can sing yourself a lullaby
You are born, pay taxes then you die
Till then you're
Lost in the moment
Lost in space
Lost on the way to your happy place
(and you can't go back, and you can't go forward)
Lost all your hunger
Lost your pain
Lost any will to be alive again
Sitting alone, the safety zone
No sweat and no excitation
In your five star fortification
Are you locking them out or locking you in?
A whiskey rye, surrounded by
Everything that you've ever wanted
Well half cut is better than half dead
Singing, 'gotta be in it to win'
You are on your way to where you are
This will do 'til you fin Shangri-La
Meanwhile you're
Lost in the moment
Lost in space
Lost on the way to your happy place
(and you never say die, but you never say live either)
Lost all your hunger
Lost your pain
Lost any will to be alive again"
Nik Kershaw, 'Lost' from You've Got to Laugh
http://www.nikkershaw.net/discography
Nik writes sarcastic songs. He knows all the problems. I hope he finds the Answer.
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