NOTHING TO ADD
©Trev Teasdel Coventry March 1975
The murder squad are on the hunt again
Time to look up to the man who cleans the drain
Mystics learn how to conquer pain
My thoughts are restricted by my brain.
A question mark dangles from the chain of a crane.
Chorus
But I’ve got Nothing to Add
Does life really have to be that bad?
I’ve got Nothing to add
Does life really have to be that bad?
If you’ve got kids then you can’t go out
My teapot’s got an upside down spout
Even the wise are plagued with doubt
People read books to see what life’s about.
Some only live when they twist and shout.
Today a million lovers tears will be shed
Saturday will see so many get wed
The funny things that people do in a bed
While half the world is under fed.
I feed my mind, become well read.
Everywhere you look’s there’s a tug O war
Susie says Jamie’s such a bore
Today I pulled the handle off my door
As rich men do survey’s on the poor.
All our actions we feel must be justified
Superior decisions that must override
A mother in the street tanned a child’s hide
Hey life! Who are your official guides?
Every film has a car that explodes with fire
Each town’s linked with telegraph wire
Days roll by like a wayward tyre
Projecting images / reaching spiritually higher
We’re both the seller and the buyer.
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Partially a cut up of my sociology college notes and a few magazines after reading about David Bowie’s techniques.
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Partially a cut up of my sociology college notes and a few magazines after reading about David Bowie’s techniques.
Nothing to Add by Trev Teasdel