Dreamtime
We might evolve into a species
With wires from our ears
So we don’t have to listen
To other people’s noise
Now every man’s an island
And everyone’s divine
Cos we can disassociate ourselves
And live in Dreamtime
This isn’t really happening
We can block reality
Put your plugs in your lugs
And live in MTV
And if the conversation’s boring
...Thursday 17th December 2009 8:12 pm
Here, there and everywhere
Rules were made for breaking
I want to break them with you
History was made for making
I want to make it with you
Risks were made for taking
I want to take them with you
The Earth was made for shaking
I want to shake it with you
I’ll be your knight on a penny farthing
You be my damsel in a sequined dress
We’ll ride away on a sunken highway
Broke...
Monday 19th October 2009 8:13 pm
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