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A man lies bleeding
Where a boy used to play.
A monkey stands laughing
Where a saint used to kneel to pray.
Every moral and every value has been transformed from its original meaning.
The cars will run over the body on the road
And squash it until it becomes just a black stain on the ground.
Fast lane, me-first people have no time to stop.
A whole country starved of food and religion
Stumbling from year to year with the barest of minimum needs.
This is life reduced to the lowest common denominator.
We’ve flushed culture down the toilet
And replaced books with advertising brochures
Selling us the latest, the newest , the bestest piece of junk.
A woman lies waiting
For a notion of love that will never come her way.
She wants a man as gentle as a butterfly’s wings
When all she sees are dogs with two dicks and no heads.
In this land of forgotten rules and regulations
I made a vow to stay true to myself.
But if I’m the only one trying to stay on this road
What is the point of anything at all?
Even as I talk they’re knocking down churches
And replacing them with huge hypnotic football screens.
A world spins backwards on its axis
Turning our heads the wrong way.
And now a man lies bleeding
In a world which has lost its way.
I was lying on the seabed an oyster without a shell.
I swam into your warm embrace
Our bodies lost and found and locked in a clam- like kiss
Where I found a pearl in the waters of your pain.
Am I your shell are you my oyster?
Or am I just a quivering piece of flesh
Quivering in the safety of your arms?
You were lying on the ocean bed buried in the sand.
A pearl so hidden within your shell so tight
Waiting for the time to open.
I came along with a silver knife
And silently opened that secret place
That puts the soul and light in your eyes
And let’s your colours shine.
Pearls in our oyster shells.
Hard and pure and yet oh so trembling soft.
Our bodies lost and found and locked in a clam like embrace.
We slept in the safety of love’s hard shell.
I was lying on the seabed , an oyster without a shell
I swam into the warmth of your embrace
And I found a pearl in the waters of your pain.
