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The Brain of Britain - John Wesley Harding



     
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The brain of britain sits in the tower of london
Protected by the ravens
The prime-minister and the cabinet queue up to consult it
On urgent matters of state
And it sits suspended in fluid
Attached to ten electrodes
It's a scene straight out of star wars or star trekThe brain of britain masterminds the nation
From this curious vantage point
It's an oracle, it's a magic eight-ball
That can give out just three answers
(and here they are....)
It's the best kept secret of all
The politicians are pawns to the power
Of a prime piece of meat called
The brain of britainThe brain of britain was born into this limbo
It knows no other existence
Its consciousness floats like an island
Communicating only by pulse

The queen swears allegiance to the brain
But the future king wants to kick it
Through the streets of london like a football
And that means troubleThe brain of britain has no wizard of oz
Pulling the protein strings
Science can't explain the superbrain away
And that's the terrifying thing
Cos the brain can't see the world
It can't see the big picture
Just a colour-by-numbers before the next election

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John Wesley Harding (b. 22 October 1965) is a folk/pop singer-songwriter who has called his style of music "folk noir" and "gangsta folk". He was born Wesley Stace in Hastings, East Sussex, England. His given name, Wesley, comes from John Wesley, the founder of Methodism, who preached one of his last sermons in the town where Harding was born. His stage name may be seen as an almost inevitable nickname for a folk-pop musician, in that his first name overlaps with the Bob Dylan album (and song) "John Wesley Harding".

Read more about John Wesley Harding on Last.fm.


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