...from the mind of a detachee
"Ebenezer! Ebenezer! You are quite the humbug!" they cry, unaware of those words tainted with hypocrisy. They dance their proud dances of manifesto around their living rooms, and live them in their dreams, and see them through others....but should they ever charge the streets with those eager challenges for passion, it would be with covered faces....cowards in masks of shame! They would be but followers afraid of being left behind, or alone; lost in their minds, and too shaken up to realise the importance of the impotences reveling around their bodies.
Frankly, Mr. Shankley, I've got the twenty first century breathing down my neck..........do let me go backwards on my carousel with time, for what a terrible breath this century does have!
Bones and skeleton are there for us, have you got the heart, the eyes, the brains and the bravery? For now, we will meet under blurred lights and beneath trembling raindrops; in secreted passages and with hushed words...
...but one day, we will take to the pathways, with limbs raised high in the air and a solemn cry to be returned what we own. To the ends of the cities we'll run our parade, since nothing but our youth is owed in return for our campaign.
I'll trade you wisdom for youth, be careful, this is for keeps.
Frankly, Mr. Shankley, I've got the twenty first century breathing down my neck..........do let me go backwards on my carousel with time, for what a terrible breath this century does have!
Bones and skeleton are there for us, have you got the heart, the eyes, the brains and the bravery? For now, we will meet under blurred lights and beneath trembling raindrops; in secreted passages and with hushed words...
...but one day, we will take to the pathways, with limbs raised high in the air and a solemn cry to be returned what we own. To the ends of the cities we'll run our parade, since nothing but our youth is owed in return for our campaign.
I'll trade you wisdom for youth, be careful, this is for keeps.