winter in summer

heat makes a sort of lethargy take hold
work seems a painful process to deny
you ought to pause and let the world go by
for all of us know that the end is cold

no one desires the choice of being bold
but all of us will want from pain to fly
heat makes a sort of lethargy take hold
work seems a painful process to deny

our ends are not the ones that we were told
we ought to laugh but all of us will cry
we aren't the ones who hold fast to the lie
but those who do may at the last be old
heat makes a sort of lethargy take hold
work seems a painful process to deny

a time for peace

no sort of duty that might be required
would drive a man to madness or far worse
in deepest dark his thinking to immerse

we aren't the ones who say that we are tired
there's no need here for helper nor for nurse
no sort of duty that might be required

in all of this we find that we've been mired
in processes that we can't now reverse
we wait to be borne off in that large hearse
no sort of duty that might be required

death of the republic

revolt's the thing in which we take most pride
the job of government's a constant bore
we all forget we're just here for the ride

we aren't the ones who'd run away and hide
but neither would you find us at the fore
revolt's the thing in which we take most pride

each of us knows that we must take a side
but facts are things that we'd like to ignore
we all forget we're just here for the ride

the ones who have a heart we must deride
we only trust the one we know's a whore
revolt's the thing in which we take most pride

the golden light's the thing we've most denied
we've done our best and no one could do more
we all forget we're just here for the ride

through all of life we find it best to glide
we see but cannot reach the better shore
revolt's the thing in which we take most pride
we all forget we're just here for the ride

the guardians

these lions watch but never dare to strike
their visages show that they've much to hide
yet their large teeth just cannot be denied

there's nothing much to hate and less to like
while these still wait empty of power and pride
these lions watch but never dare to strike

we can't despair although we'll have to hike
we've never learned to take things in our stride
the road is narrow though the world is wide
these lions watch but never dare to strike

drought

a sort of anger fills the midday air
the sun beats down even the eager soul
fools go out where eagles wouldnt' dare
a sort of anger fills the midday air

the light outside is falsely smiling fair
but only an idiot would go outside and stroll
a sort of anger fills the midday air
the sun beats down even the eager soul

lords and owners

we aren't supposed to let the matter ride
but how to do things isn't always clear
the monster seems to lurk in dark outside
we aren't supposed to let the matter ride

what we must do is show our better side
we may be hard but we are always fair
we aren't supposed to let the matter ride
but how to do things isn't always clear

the thing is that we've got time to spare
answers are easy in this light to find
what must be done is simple proper care
the thing is that we've got time to spare

our human qualities are never rare
they're visible to the most wilful blind
the thing is that we've got time to spare
answers are easy in this light to find

the thing that first of all must come to mind
is that we cannot always try to hide
we must be patient and we must be kind
the thing that first of all must come to mind

we aren't the ones who would be in a bind
if all our decency were here denied
the thing that first of all must come to mind
is that we cannot always try to hide

this teasing sun

all of our longing's focused on the rain
there's little we can do but wait and fret
the grass must wonder at this human strain

our work seems focused on but little gain
the duties come and go but we're beset
all of our longing's focused on the rain

a time of waiting's not easy in the main
we plant and hope that we will not regret
the grass must wonder at this human strain

no sooner promised than it's gone again
the lack of water is our greatest debt
all of our longing's focused on the rain

the clouds all dissipate that much is plain
we seem to know that nothing we will get
the grass must wonder at this human strain

another day passes with weight of pain
we want to hope but we will soon forget
all of our longing's focused on the rain
the grass must wonder at this human strain