Wet Cement

Discussion dans 'Archive' créé par DestrOi!, 25 Mai 2007.

  1. DestrOi!

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    Mar 2005
    We went up to the building site
    Saw the bricks and the concrete piles
    And watched them all working
    Building muscles and no-one smiled
    We stood around and watched them
    Staring back in complete contempt
    I'm building a building
    Signed his name in the wet cement

    We walked through the cemetery
    Social tombstones in black and grey
    Someone had a bunch of flowers
    Talking sentiments felt O.K.
    We stood in the shadows
    Feeling it was that time of day
    When everything gloomy
    Hits the light as it fades away

    We came to conclusions
    Knew that life was a paradox
    So many illusions
    Kept alive till the old ones dropped
    Demolishing lifestyles
    Building up all the tower blocks
    If life is so sacred
    Why spend it all in a man-made box?

    We stared at the empty shells
    Passed a smile and then cried a lot
    While all this was passing by
    No one stopped to see what they've got
    They took it for granted
    Used the space for a parking lot
    We'll kick off the real world
    Allocating the beauty spots
    Industrial death camps
    Man made something and then forgot
    Knew what it should look like
    Trod on nature and said "Well, why not?"

    But you cannot replace it
    Just take a photo and watch it rot
    And bury the feeling
    Till no-one knows what it really meant
    Got caught in a landslide
    And left a name in the wet cement