Streets lit by the dull neon glow Houses upon houses, row upon row And the occupiers, where do they go? They must know something I don’t know
And the grass is green here And the flowers are alive But this place to live Is just the place to die
That clean air is so carbon-filled Now this monument had overspilled Choking to death on the dirt and dust The fabric of your society has started to rust
Colours of monotony crumble and fade In this dirty squalor, you have made The dark clouds rumble on so grey Hanging over you until your debts are paid
Hey, Shaun!!! This is FANTASTIC! I’d love to hear it live. I love head banging to this type of music. Wow! I loved it. Bravo! Your poem / lyrics are melodious.Maybe I should try putting my cherita Missing Roadsign to some Heavy Metal‽
But this place to live
Is just the place to die
Yes indeed
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I was glad to leave England and Australia was beautiful by comparison, but as with anywhere, the grass is always greener….
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Hey, Shaun!!! This is FANTASTIC! I’d love to hear it live. I love head banging to this type of music. Wow! I loved it. Bravo! Your poem / lyrics are melodious.Maybe I should try putting my cherita Missing Roadsign to some Heavy Metal‽
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Thanks Lesley 🙏
AI can come up with some interesting music these days – give it a go!
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