Open Poetry #35 |
Hope nobody minds an old - words brought it back |
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since 2003-12-21
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2001 version and I suppose it isn't the best but I wrote it originally for old people being taken advantage of by "Bankers". Will you go sorry dreams The frost in on the grass And the trees are sweetly greying And that old motorway Swings around the crystal gazing Will you go sorry dreams And I will surely find another Where bank balances grow And developers hubba hubba Will you go sorry dreams If my true love she were here She would surely find another Where sports cars go Burning up the red hot rubber Will you go sorry dreams And I will surely tramp another All around the dark grey mountain That once really mattered Will you go sorry dreams But my true love she won’t find Where people go for laughter All around the threatened mountain They couldn’t be much dafter Eating people's lives And for what What's after Will you go sorry dreams And my dreams are forged on faith But without the slaughter In the car’s blue light Of someone else's daughter Will you go sorry dreams And I will surely find another Where wild people go And all around the headlights mutter Will you go sorry dreams And if the sky here would fall The cars would gather hereto And melt like butter Sounding their horns in the gutter Will you go sorry dreams |
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