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Really don't mind if you sit this one out. |
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My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT. |
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I may make you feel but I can't make you think. |
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Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink. |
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So you ride yourselves over the fields and |
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you make all your animal deals and |
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your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. |
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And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away |
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in the tidal destruction the moral melee. |
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The elastic retreat rings the close of play |
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as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way. |
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But your new shoes are worn at the heels |
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and your suntan does rapidly peel |
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and your wise men don't know how it feels |
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to be thick as a brick. |
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And the love that I feel is so far away: |
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I'm a bad dream that I just had today |
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and you shake your head and say it's a shame. |
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Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth. |
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Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth. |
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Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song. |
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See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight. |
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There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night. |
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We'll make a man of him, put him to trade |
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teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain. |
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The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water |
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as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea. |
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The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other |
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as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed. |
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The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling |
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but the master of the house is far away. |
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The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding |
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in the sharp and frosty morning of the day. |
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And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword. |
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And the youngest of the family is moving with authority. |
| [07:09.92] |
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside. |
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The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river |
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where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea: |
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the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose |
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and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need. |
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The young men of the household have all gone into service |
| [09:50.00] |
and are not to be expected for a year. |
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The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster - |
| [10:01.10] |
has formed the plan to change the man he seems. |
| [10:06.55] |
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword. |
| [10:13.59] |
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority. |
| [10:18.82] |
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run. |
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What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him? |
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And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him? |
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No one to help you get up steam |
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and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam. |
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I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways. |
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My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed. |
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So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight |
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just like I did with my old man twenty years too late. |
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Your bread and water's going cold. |
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Your hair is too short and neat. |
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I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me. |
| [16:36.56] |
You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone, |
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you meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done. |
| [16:43.90] |
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be. |
| [16:48.35] |
But how are we supposed to see where we should run? |
| [17:42.05] |
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with |
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your rings upon your fingers |
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and your downy little sidies |
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and your silver-buckle shoes. |
| [17:55.73] |
Playing at the hard case, |
| [17:58.15] |
you follow the example of the comic-paper idol |
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who lets you bend the rules. |
| [18:40.07] |
Come on ye childhood heroes! |
| [18:42.45] |
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books |
| [18:46.40] |
your super crooks |
| [18:47.96] |
and show us all the way. |
| [18:52.88] |
Well! Make your will and testament. |
| [18:55.36] |
Won't you? Join your local government. |
| [18:58.15] |
We'll have Superman for president |
| [19:00.67] |
let Robin save the day. |
| [19:06.44] |
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time. |
| [19:11.46] |
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line. |
| [19:16.74] |
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are |
| [19:21.65] |
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars. |
| [19:27.00] |
And you wonder who to call on. |
| [20:00.23] |
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? |
| [20:05.39] |
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though? |
| [20:12.83] |
They're all resting down in Cornwall |
| [20:15.66] |
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition |
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of the Boy Scout Manual. |
