We are like weather We are like water Got someplace to go Eventually Can you keep them out? Can you fence us in? See those flowers win! Battling in the wind Tall grass swaying Symphonies in the wind Strong foundations Of this earth Highest walls The biggest fails Top security Yet so insecure Papers floating Out the building A layer of data Shredded paper In the strata Tire tracks in the mud Upsetting the dust Catching in the wind Intoxicating Industrial Squalid wastelands Face reflected Pixilated In ponds of oil Watching vivid rainbows On lifeless water Quarry the cliffs Attach the pipes Topple the boulders And rocks in water Ripples reach us Eventually Are we of this Earth? Turning into the wind The sound engulfs you Look into the distance Fighting through the tears The chalky strata Rolling on through the years Oh, if this land could talk Can you hear it in the wind? See those flowers win! Battling in the wind Strong foundations Of this earth Hear that trumpet blow Up upon the hill Coming through the din Carried in the wind Let the battle begin See those flowers win! Battling in the wind Are we of this earth?
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Once there were the puzzles In the back of the papers Working out a puzzle On the back of a bus Working out a puzzle On a double decker bus We like to solve a puzzle We like it, we like it. They were the puzzle makers They were the puzzle creators People like a puzzle So they put them on the walls Put them on the floors And the gallery halls People like the crosswords On the gallery walls They like to play Sudoku On the gallery floors We like it, we like it. They are the puzzle makers They are the puzzle creators Where are all the cockneys? Where are the Arthur Daley’s? They sold them down the Thames To the Home Counties They sold him down the river To the Home Counties Arthur Daley’s On a wall Prime position On a gallery wall Laughing in a Golden frame Minder is building an Installation Arthur is reading out Instructions “You want to be a success You want to go far Get to the yard and learn To sell a second hand car!” We are the puzzle makers We are the puzzle creators Art imitates life Life imitates art The world is a puzzle Though you couldn’t Have scripted it You couldn’t Have predicted it Turner say’s there’s a Big bum in the sky Big arse in the clouds, Causing a funny sensation… Going Parp, Parp, Parp Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump! Puzzled In the newsrooms Puzzles on the Rostrums As the news Reader’s stumble The autocue Is anagram Tectonic plates Are shifting They’re not quite Fitting This jigsaw’s sinking And the weatherman’s Misplaced his map Whilst the machine From Countdown Is churning out Numbers All the wrong Numbers They just don’t Add up We are the puzzle makers We are the puzzle makers |
AuthorSam Weldon - Artist |