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El Dorado (iii) Demolished Lives

i. Long-Shadowed SunI remember.

The enchanted English walled garden

Days of summer air and honey-suckled nights

The capricious dance of lavenders and cabbage-whites

Made more than 3D, glowing in the evening long-shadowed sun

Nowhere better. But in England, although nothing really changes, the weather always does...ii. The GoldThe gold stops us

The gold always did

The gold took more lives than Uranium

Than Plutonium

Pandemonium...

The thunder approaches

The heavy sighing of the monster...

Come to break the heavy weather

Come to silence all the singing birds

Tearing up the sky like paper

White-welding through dark steel of clouds

And the release of the sudden rainThe gold stops us

The gold always did

The gold took more lives than Uranium

Than Plutonium. Pandemonium.

The Gold!Jet engines and demolition

And the summer rain

Like finding a lost child

The roads are travelled by many

Like promises of peace

And some choose not to go

The f e a r looks like bravado

It always did

I see them waiting, smiling

On the borders in dawn's mist

Or lost to the world in their upturned boats

I'll be free or I'll die trying to be

Trying to BE.iii. Demolished LivesI see myself in them

The people at the borders

Waiting to exist again

Brothers, sisters, sons and daughters

Denied our so-called golden streets

Running from demolished lives

Into wallsThe "haves" and the "have nothings"

The accepted and rejected

We can't keep letting them in

We can't keep letting them in?The gold stops us

The gold always did

The gold took more lives than Uranium

Than Polonium. Pandemonium.And as I stand here wondering why

A man beheaded on a smartphone

Falls into my pocket from the sky

Modern life

Everything is everywhere .'know what I mean?

Handy.

And obscene.iv. F E A RF E A R is everywhere here

Under the patio

Under the hard-earned bought and paid-for home

Cushions, scented candles and the lawn

Mowing to the beat and the rumble of the coming stormWe all know about the wars that are raging

All the millions who just cannot see

There's so much more that binds us than divides us

But our f e a r denies it

While the papers stir it

The colours of the flag we wave

Were and will become blood red againAnd the madmen all say they hear voices

God tells them what to do

The wars are all about money

They always were

And the money's dressed up in religion

And when it's not showing off, the money's hiding.Something is cooking inside me...

It ain't ready, but already...

I'm becoming harder to live with

Becoming harder to live with

You say I'm becoming harder to live with

I'm becoming harder to live with

But you can't see into my head

You can't see into my head

You can't see into my headNo, you can't see into my head.And the roads are full of weapons

That slide by in the night

Tanks all covered in yellow mud

Pass you on the motorway

As you drive by with the kids and the buckets and spades

Happy Days.v. The Grandchildren of ApesMetal in the air

Brimstone in the lungs

Breathe deeply of it

The wind is carrying the pictures

The rain is muttering the names

The wind-chimes in my garden ring like keys

To all the stolen doors.We are the grandchildren of apes, not angels

But only we are gifted with the eyes to see

On days without f e a r, when our heads are clear

That angels, we could be.

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