Mango Walk

worlds fill with hope and then they disappear
time was we would have said much more than that
the whipping wind has damaged all that's dear
worlds fill with hope and then they disappear

when signals come we hope they are in clear
a storm of anger will leave the trees flat
worlds fill with hope and then they disappear
time was we would have said much more than that

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

When I commit an error it's a beaut,
I'm driven mad when I can't be precise,
order's what separates human from brute;
when I commit an error it's a beaut.

Now some might say that this response is cute
but that with me cannot cut any ice;
when I commit an error it's a beaut,
I'm driven mad when I can't be precise.

a deeper magic than the ones we know
will take us out to places past our view
outside the leaves give off a golden glow
a deeper magic than the ones we know

we hope that our small plants will grow
the fruit they bear will be fresh and new
a deeper magic than the ones we know
will take us out to places past our view

there isn't room for any gain
beyond what we hope to receive
the thing that all of us see plain
there isn't room for any gain

at times we worry at the strain
there's been no reason to deceive
there isn't room for any gain
beyond what we hope to receive

a sort of anguish hangs beneath the trees
where hidden monsters all gather to eat
there's hardly any movement of the breeze
a sort of anguish hangs beneath the tree

pain comes the fill the absence of all ease
terror and desperation have to meet
a sort of anguish hangs beneath the trees
where hidden monsters all gather to eat

torrid the day and slight the breeze
a shimmer seems to coat each leaf
i sit here dreamy at my ease
torrid the day and slight the breeze

i can't see through the line of trees
if i'm outside it's very brief
torrid the day and slight the breeze
a shimmer seems to coat each leaf

there's no time to celebrate folly
we just have to dust ourselves off
refurl that once-opened brolly
there's no time to celebrate folly

our folks want us jocund and jolly
ignoring each wet hacking cough
there's no time to celebrate folly
we just have to dust ourselves off

over the horizon we can't see
what folk are doing with their time
no answer comes to our faint plea
over the horizon we can't see

strange fruit will grow upon a tree
and none will suffer for their crime
over the horizon we can't see
what folk are doing with their time

to tell the truth may well seem rude
we are supposed to whine and mutter
when faced by angry multitude
to tell the truth may well seem rude

if you've a proper servile attitude
you'll eat your bread with tasty butter
to tell the truth may well seem rude
we are supposed to whine and mutter

messages sent along the wires
must be received with humble thanks
the sun's been hidden by the fires
messages sent along the wires

our masters one and all are liars
their happiness is in the banks
messages sent along the wires
must be received with humble thanks

the knowledge that all of us seek
is not the kind that shall set free
be servile humble soft and meek
the knowledge that all of us seek

we do our jobs week after week
new rings are added to the tree
the knowledge that all of us seek
is not the kind that shall set free

truth has been told but never heard
our eyes are focused on the past
our sense of duty's quite absurd
truth has been told but never heard

the secret's not in hidden word
the line into the lake's been cast
truth has been told but never heard
our eyes are focused on the past

the signal flag has not been flown
light shines upon the highest tower
the danger has not yet been shown
the signal flag has not been flown

we pass into the great unknown
one by one hour after hour
the signal flag has not been flown
light shines upon the highest tower

determined to achieve our goal
up mountain path we strive to climb
we're fearful of our proper role
determined to achieve our goal

alone we fear we'll be made whole
and have to account for our time
determined to achieve our goal
up mountain path we strive to climb

the sun will burn all things to white
make a clean fire of all our hope
we're all inured to fret and fright
the sun will burn all things to white

we've no idea of truth or right
our feet are set on the high slope
the sun will burn all things to white
make a clean fire of all our hope

all that we see was once well-hid
our vision is of a fine place
to serve and conquer we are bid
all that we see was once well hid

of all delusions we're well-rid
and know the confines of our space
all that we see was once well-hid
our vision is of a fine place

all of our hopes have turned to ash
but hearts are firm and minds are sure
we know the diamond from the trash
all of our hopes have turned to ash

we're worth much more than simple cash
the future's never been more secure
all of our hopes have turned to ash
but hearts are firm and minds are sure