My creative tank has been dry for a while. And life threw up some stuff. And I also had a birthday that brought me closer to 100 than to zero, which thoughts may be apparent from the offering below.
Warning: contains loathing and despair!
But being me it also tries to offer a very teeny glimmer of hope of sorts and all the imagination at my disposal.
I'm hoping not too cryptic and someone can find something to relate to. The snowmen line is really hard to scan but I like it too much.
Sheep (Black and Red)
V1
Close your eyes, close your eyes
Learning what to buy, when you should fake a smile
Choose a tribe, choose a tribe
Fantasize, like the king Canut of time
V2
Vote for me, vote for me
Pity celebrities, escaping reality
Go to sleep, go to sleep
You agreed to the terms of your captivity
PRE-CH/BRIDGE
Raised by wolves that told you
The things that you could choose
You had to find out for yourself
That black and red both lose
CH
Do I dare to disobey?
To wake, create and make a change?
Looking for ways of making this life a bit less numb
Than the darkness before
And the nothing to come...
V3
Grow your own, grow your own
Snowmen think sandcastles have no tomorrow
Let me go, let me go
One of us faces the walk upstairs alone
V4
Now you see, now you see
Blossom on the wind is fruit that will never be
Don't you weep, don't you weep
It rains the same on the sheepdog and the sheep
(c) Adam Farr, 2016