“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris


Wednesday, May 30, 2012

The Sound Crying

Hang out the flags a new world order’s on the way
Start singing now a song to greet the joyful day
Just when we thought
The time was right for celebrating
With music of the spheres
What’s this - another boat of fleeing refugees on
A sea of children’s tears

Once more the sound of crying
Is number one across the earth

We’re only men and women doing what we can
Sometimes I think that God is working to a plan
Then other times I swear that he is improvising
Discordant and remote
Another orphan baby in failed uprising
Another real bum note

Once more the sound of crying
Is number one across the earth

And if you’re listening up there
You could consider this a prayer
Well who am I to tell you how to run your business
Man, you could strike me blind
What kind of noise we gotta make down here
Before we destroy your peace of mind

Once more the sound of crying
Is number one across the earth

—Prefab Sprout

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