I hear the clatter of the rain
Feel the tug that summer’s flown
In my castle shut away
In England where my heart lies
I am not smart or rich or clean
Like all those faces on the screen
My life’s a humdrum tapestry
It sticks like so much shit to flies
Another day another day
Through my window to the world
Another great crowd chants and cheers
Triumphant songs never heard
So many dreams lie half awake
Whispers of neglected sleep
Loved ones smile and shy away
Waiting out those fairer skies
We stay inside for brighter days
Bearing pain we don’t understand
Lucky when we’re making bread
Sharing stories learning lies
And tomorrow is a world away
A world of hours wrapped in a day
A world of wonder to be loved
Caught in the storm-eye of the wise
Go get your boots on you land lovers
Grab coats and please turn out the lights as you go
reeking of debt you land lovers
stinking up our streets with the cash that you owe.
How can you expect
our deep pockets to fetch
all your woes till you’re ready
to pay back what you borrowed!
Instead of taxing your brain land lovers
Instead of developing again land lovers
Instead of staying in this wet hole
Instead of doing nothing but claiming your dole!
Break free land lovers
and head for the sea
grab your boots and your coats
for a trip, just to see.
Get out of this land that no longer inflames you
break free of our mock English hullabaloo!
It’s time, don’t you see
this time on your wrist
Enjoy what you’ve got before our claws get at it.
And if you stand fast
because of our past
for reasons that frankly escape even me.
Don’t come back in 20
– bemoaning the state
and don’t plod on duly just because.
Oh land lovers,
you can still love this land
but for happiness
love from afar
not from where you already stand!