lyrics

Last week we said we’d meet for a sandwich and thermos of tea
By the river, but I don’t recall – was it you, was it me?
Said ‘I cannot come out cos I’m strapped to a deadline
And wracked by the constant dystopian headlines’
Then news came in late that the plague had mutated again
So it wasn’t to be
So we stayed in our holes while all context collapsed
Reality’s cancelled you know: re-draw all the maps!
And there are a few hoarding gold-plated plastic
With their hourly disposable highs
While the dreams and ideals of the possible
Are crushed flat by the market’s designs

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from Five Thousand Feathers, released October 4, 2024
Helen Bell: vocals, piano, sound collage
Xenogon: five-string electric guitars, drums, bass guitar
Words and music by Helen Bell; arranged by Helen Bell and Xenogon

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