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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

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a moment's sense of what is truly light
no weight of darkness sits upon your head
you do the things you know are right
a moment's sense of what is truly light

a sort of magic intervenes in sight
another answer might provoke much dread
a moment's sense of what is truly light
no weight of darkness sits upon your head

all of our pay must go for heat and bread
the process that we see will end in night
our children at the least will be well-fed
all of our pay must go for heat and bread

we say the things that should be left unsaid
no matter what we're all in the same plight
all of our pay must go for heat and bread
the process that we see will end in night

each generation thinks itself more bright
that all ancestors though they are still led
by those whose consciences are but slight
each generation thinks itself more bright

our truest selves are present in the rite
from this brave presence every fear has fled
each generation thinks itself more bright
than all ancestors though they are still led

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what we envision is not absolute
the truth we seek is of a narrow kind
our great desire we cannot institute
what we envision is not absolute

hearken to violin and to the flute
music describes just what we cannot find
what we envision is not absolute
the truth we seek is of a narrow kind

the oldest practice we'd do best to shun
call it tradition and we've been enslaved
you'd never take our work to be plain fun
the oldest practice we'd do best to shun

when it is night others can see our sun
even the ones that we would call depraved
the oldest practice we'd do best to shun
call it tradition and we've been enslaved

regret's a fine thing when it is not ours
we should be saddened by another's pain
each of us retreats to our own towers
regret's a fine thing when it is not ours

day is long gone but we've seen no showers
our souls like grass are longing for the rain
regret's a fine thing when it is not ours
we should be saddened by another's pain

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we are allowed to wish for rain
the drought has lasted far too long
our will and our desire are plain
we are allowed to wish for rain

we want to see tomatoes gain
a rich full redness worth a song
we are allowed to wish for rain
the drought has lasted far too long

the news is filled with tales of floods
and raging waters on the streets
beneath those waters rotting spuds
the news is filled with tales of floods

we want our hopes not to be duds
we long to hear the thunder's beats
the news is filled with tales of floods
and raging waters on the streets

for here the rain may pass us by
we see a miracle of evil sort
others get wet while we stay dry
for here the rain may pass us by

deities of weather we'll defy
our hope in darkest clouds is caught
for here the rain may pass us by
we see a miracle of evil sort

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wit is no substitute for plain good sense
no answer comes to those who never ask
not one of us to knowledge makes pretense
wit is no substitute for plain good sense

against such assault is no good defence
it’s not enough to succeed at your task
wit is no substitute for plain good sense
no answer comes to those who never ask

you can’t inquire what lies behind the mask
that’s not your job and you have no need
just take a sip from this right handy flask
you can’t inquire what lies behind the mask

perhaps in sunshine you deserve to bask
but to get there you need a proper speed
you can’t inquire what lies behind the mask
that’s not your job and you have no need

it’s not sufficient to relinquish greed
you’ve got to say that you have got enough
to my stern warnings you should now pay heed
it’s not sufficient to relinquish greed

the thought counts for much more than the deed
you find this out because all life is tough
it’s not sufficient to relinquish greed
you’ve got to say that you have got enough

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)

no one would want to take the cure
when the result's a different self
each of us sees themself as pure
no one would want to take the cure

our choices will not long endure
all that we want is simple pelf
no one would want to take the cure
when the result's a different self

we took the answer off the shelf
there was no other shining lure
the truth emerges of itself
we took the answer off the shelf

beings of story dwarf and elf
are always brave and not demure
we too the answer off the shelf
there was no other shing lure

but other beings swim the sewer
i've seen the monsters there myself
the vision that you have is newer
but other beings swim the sure

our foes will number ever fewer
the change will simply build itself
but other beings swim the sewer
i've seen the monsters there myself

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
a name that we forget is not a name
truth that's not spoken is not really true
shame that's unfelt isn't true shame
a name that we forget is not a name

we are the ones who always win the game
our rivals can all shout till they turn blue
a name that we forget is not a name
truth that's not spoken is not really true

our sense of what is right can't ever fail
for if it did then we would all be lost
our sense of honour never will be stale
our sense of what is right can't ever fail

against all changes we will loudly rail
we'll shift to others all the heavy cost
our sense of what is right can't ever fail
for if it did then we would all be lost

a matter then of what is fair and just
and that will be what gives us greater power
our challengers will have to eat our dust
a matter then of what is fair and just

we can't let any swords fall prey to rust
we need our weapons ready for this hour
a matter then of what is fair and just
and that will be what gives us greater power
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we'll always get the best return
life treats us all so very well
no power will our presence spurn
we'll always get the best return

our foes all hope that we will burn
each in our own peculiar hell
we'll always get the best return
life treats us all so very well

what we have got we didn't earn
but wealth has never had a smell
we'll do ourselves a better turn
what we have got we didn't earn

to comfort will we soon adjourn
what we now know we will not tell
what we have got we didn't earn
but wealth has never had a smell

you may look both bold and stern
but you'll soon fall under our spell
you anxious folk will never learn
you may look both bold and stern

you'll have no choice but now to turn
your earnestness we have to quell
you may look both bold and stern
but you'll soon fall under our spell
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there's nothing to do now but share
we're set on our course to the stars
no reason for worry nor care
there's nothing to do now but share

if we'd had some reason to fear
it vanished before we reached mars
there's nothing to do now but share
we're set on our course for the stars

far beyond where eagles might dare
we've left behind quarrels and jars
our chances have been quaint and rare
far beyond where eagles might dare

the masses will halt now and stare
then get back into their old cars
we've got courage and daring to spare
the masses will halt now and stare

far out in deep space we must fare
beyond old humanity's bars
far beyond your old bluster and blare
far out in deep space we must fare

we've no dread of any nightmare
but for fun we will play our guitars
far out in deep space we must fare
beyond old humanity's bars
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there's nothing left for us to know
except the reasons for our pain
life's nothing but a puppet-show
there's nothing left for us to know

outside the leaves shimmer and glow
the trees and grass just long for rain
there's nothing left for us to know
life's nothing but a puppet-show

at times we wonder at the strain
the quarrel beckons and the row
so much there is that seems so plain
at times we wonder at the strain

the human presence seems a stain
our hearts and minds are just so slow
at times we wonder at the strain
the quarrel beckons and the row

we're caught within the ebb and flow
just on the edge of the great main
we hear the morning cock will crow
we're caught within the ebb and flow

daily the signals come and go
at night we look for charles's wain
we're caught within the ebb and flow
just on the edge of the great main

awakening

Jun. 5th, 2007 10:39 am
fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
a name that we can recognise
all of our childhood is in place
good luck arrives as single spies
a name that we can recognise

under approval of our eyes
clear light occupies a space
a name that we can recognise
all of our childhood is in place

reformed is this great enterprise
we watch the network interlace
not even the enemy denies
reformed is this great enterprise

the time will come when we arise
and darkness falls from every face
reformed is this great enterprise
we watch the network interlace

somebody may at last surmise
the answer and the way will trace
the victor's name will reach the skies
somebody may at last surmise

the winner may not get the prize
the loser must show proper grace
somebody may at last surmise
the answer and the way will trace

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