Moving On
I must admit from where I stand That things are getting warmer Your presence is diminishing As the distance gets longer I hear you shouting I’m not listening I make out a sillouhette By gloomy cold pools A figure hard at work, Hunched wild with tools Your bitter alchemy Thrives in cold dark skies Cultivating seeds of truth, To knotted twisted lies I hear you shouting I’m not listening I must admit from where I stand That things are getting warmer Your presence is diminishing As the distance gets longer You keep on shouting No one is listening
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Cosy
We might be cosy With our conspiracies Made up stories To make sense Of this world Who don’t like stories? Or a conspiracy? remember the good book, It had great stories We might like a life of leisure With a universal basic income Food delivered to our doors Everything else and more We would ride on our bikes Without leaving the front door Go cycling in the Alps, swim in the Azores We might be cosy With our conspiracies Made up stories Too make sense Of this world Who don’t like stories? Or a conspiracy? remember the good book, It had great stories We would live in our pods Like amphibians sometimes go outside But mostly subterranean We would have lots of vitamin D To keep us glowing, To keep us healthy And if there was a crisis We would not sit still and freeze We would get on our bikes To top up the electric meters Pedal power to warm us To give us central heating Ride in unison With our headsets on Power ourselves Toward the great mushroom cloud The cloud we all talk of… The cloud in our heads Perhaps it gives us comfort A logical ending To a rather complicated Middle of the story… We might be cosy With our conspiracies Made up stories Too make sense Of this world RobotsRobots I used to be scared of robots Now there’s despots Desperate despots Robots I used to be scared of robots I forgot about despots Desperate despots Why go turning back the clocks No one wants your yesterdays brew Despots Must be unsure of the future Unlike robots the futures better off without Despots Desperate despots Robots Have no physical borders They use 21st century apps Despots read 18th century maps Stop Turning back the clock No one wants Your yesterdays brew Robots Robots drink from tea pots, Polka dot tea pots homely homely tea pots With a vibrant flavour The right temperature A new brew With 21st century apps Not old maps And borders Malleable borders Bent by despots With military hats Old hat dirty rats With tea pots Broken tea pots Everywhere Dirty rats can be got Robots maybe not Dirty Rat The cat is out the bag You’re old hat The future’s already here Dirty Rat The cat is out the bag You’re old hat The future’s already here Algorithm’s going to take you down Algorithm’s going to hunt you down Algorithm’s going to play you at your own game Algorithm’s marked your name AI Is no longer the foe Now that you’ve stooped so low Despot, you’ve disrupted the flow And guess what, Algorithm’s going to let you know ConfusicaI stand inside It’s so quiet Yet the birds outside Sounds like Piccadilly Circus And I think That I will sit back Have a cup of tea Whilst The busyness Continues All around me Though isn’t it so During times Of calm The wheels keep Moving Whilst you’re in One place Then you look Outside And they’ve already decided What’s your fate And you feel that you’ve missed out Or you’ve been Too late Because you look Outside And things have changed And you don’t understand And you try to catch up But they’re on to the next thing Already And you think Well it was a nice cup of tea And what was I late for anyway At least the robins seem charming And the shine on a magpie’s coat Is so mesmorising When it catches the light, But I see They’re up to no good Trying to steal Get an upper hand Grab more land It gets out of hand The seeds get sown The birds get louder They call it Confusica The wheels keep turning Confusica’s learning Confusica Confusica Belshazzar's Feast Jet engine drones In the ozone Rattling the skies The dome shaped skies Rattling my ears Rattling my eyes Jet engine drones Has an ominous tone Rattling my core Rattling my bones The man cutting grass Has a high-pitched tone The cat this morning Has a menacing moan The street cleaner With bristles for wheels Sucking up Crisp packets in the leaves Has a whirring buzz Like the bell on the doors Modern bells Retro tones The cat is on the wall Tracking me The cat it starts to wail What is it telling me? There’s writing on the wall Indecipherable Rattling my eyes Rattling my core It’s super charged fuelled Like Belshazzar’s feast, Looting, fuming, Consuming and assuming Repeat the same thing Over again One starts to notice The less obvious things Because a daily repetition Is a postman’s algorithm ‘There’s a lull in the letters,’ He says ‘Letters on the lull, The writings on the wall' He says 'The writings on the wall’ 101 Miles to Exeter
It’s 101 miles to Exeter Driving West Chasing the sun It’s 99 miles to Exeter It’s so green The trees are serene In the West country I see signs, To Exeter Pass behind me Counting down the miles To Exeter Its less and less miles now to Exeter These strategic network routes, With geometric signs Taking me out West Where the sun sets It’s 3,420 miles to New York And 45 years since 75 Back to the rubble and the glamour When Art was DIY, And everybody's talking jive Now its gentrified But that’s ok yeah? We pass through stone henge On the A303 Like we are still party To a rhythmic dance There’s fog lights in the rain On a busy roundabout Gold beams in the rain And the wheels Sound like rolling tides on a pebbled beach Cars they come and go Like the seasons And we feel the same rain As jive talkin Inigo jones Sarcen stones And Neolithic bones I’ve driven 40,000 miles In my little French car And it’s 99 miles to Exeter The sun sets West We all head West ELON'S ARK
Shark, shark, shark Can you tell, all is well? When your eye looks to see Out the sea and the swell On the land we are spinning Perceived to be winning Running at pace, Going to win this race Noosphere Noosphere A new frontier, Shiny binary, Is taking us there Trophies, trophies Winning an emotion Trophies are phoney Ideas and notions Noosphere where you taking us? The shark had already won This DNA miracle, We have in common Shark, shark, shark Can you tell, all is well? When your eye looks to see Out the sea and the swell On the land we are spinning Perceived to be winning Running at pace, Going to win this race Shark, shark, shark Keep on swimming And you’re winning For now, at least An exceptional beast. Don’t slow down, Cause you’re sink You’re on the brink DNA flawed On the ocean floor Noosphere where you taking us? The shark had already won This DNA miracle, We have in common Shark, shark, shark Can you tell, all is well? When your eye looks to see Out the sea and the swell Round and round we go So fast, not so slow Overtake the Geosphere Leave behind the biosphere Noosphere Noosphere A new frontier, Shiny binary, Is taking us there. Need to be in tandem Now it’s getting random Noosphere is winning Biosphere is spinning, Noosphere where you taking us? The shark had already won This DNA miracle, We all have in common Shark, shark, shark Can you tell, all is well? When your eye looks to see Out the sea and the swell On the land we are spinning Perceived to be winning Running at pace, Running out of space Trolly, trolly, trolly Overfilled Going to need a bigger trolly Folly, Factory folly Elon’s Ark will embark Will have to take the shark, Will be stark, stark If the shark disembarks Shark, shark, shark The shark was the benchmark Don’t overlook the shark Jeff Koons Ball Framed by a window From the 17th century, Is conducive to thoughts Of profundity Like, Life happens When you’re busy Making plans Or It’s not the end goal It’s the journey, Sky’s so blue Birds triumphant So alive, Yet here I remain Like a Jeff Koon’s ball Suspended in mid fall Too heavy to lift Too light to fall You can play With Mother Nature Though it’s her call We go from A to Z Too blind to see Those letters that lay In between, I recall your words ‘Do I have to Spell it out to you?’ In this 17th century building A house I now live in I wonder, Who has lived in this House before? Was it a housebound occupancy? Whose eyes saw What I now see With names called out, Names that ricochets Off the walls, Like a basketball Suspended in mid fall Too heavy to lift Too light to fall You can play With Mother Nature Though it’s her call Framed by a window From a far flung century I see a fox That I always see, Normally starts sloping Off away This time It's gauging me, Confident grin, Interrogating I’m something On show, Some kind Of framed Exhibit… Like a Jeff Koon’s ball Suspended in mid fall Too heavy to lift Too light to fall You can play With Mother Nature Though it’s her call We go from A to Z Too fast to see Those letters that lay In between, Your words ricochet Do I need to spell it out for you? People say Life happens When you’re busy Making plans Or It’s not the end goal It’s the journey, Framed by a window From the 17th century, Is conducive to thoughts Of profundity Sky’s so busy, Birds triumphant, So alive, Yet here I remain Grandma Says Grandma says put down that guitar That guitar won't get you far It might just bring you misery Rough seas uncertainty Grandma says put down that paintbrush That brush won't get you much Why not stick to painting by numbers? Numbers you can count on Numbers you can count on Like one plus one is two Till death do us part A formula to stick to Stay away from the edge Don't stray from the path If you Keep painting rough seas Then rough seas might follow you Grandma says take off those DM boots Why not try on a sharp suit? That you can judge a man by his watch and shoes You could be somebody To Rely on Grandma says get a nine to five That routine will help you strive Toward a functional family You don't want a dysfunctional family Grandma says take it from one who knows That's how the story goes He waved farewell at the harbor Aboard an oceanic liner Playing his guitar sweet melody Into the sunset Out to sea It set off It set off As the ripples, they grew larger The ship disappeared into the sun Those ripples hit the harbor Last traces of their father I can see their sad faces Amidst the silence and the sun The old world had left the harbor The new world had just begun As I put sugar into my tea Those ripples they remind me Whilst I'm filling in my job search diary I wonder what the adviser can advise me Perhaps they will be wise like Grandma With advice on life's mystery Teach me that ripples out at sea Reach us eventually Grandma says put down that guitar That guitar won't get you far It might just bring you misery Rough seas uncertainty |
AuthorSam Weldon - Artist |