{"id":16,"date":"2016-10-05T10:55:00","date_gmt":"2016-10-05T09:55:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2023-11-13T05:04:18","modified_gmt":"2023-11-13T05:04:18","slug":"flowers-of-the-wayside","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/trevteasdellyrics\/2016\/10\/05\/flowers-of-the-wayside\/","title":{"rendered":"Flowers of the Wayside"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<b><span style=\"font-family: arial\">FLOWERS OF THE WAYSIDE<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">\u00a9Trev Teasdel November 1970 Coventry.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">As I pass the streets lined with tears of unexpressed souls,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Rows of tins of compressed talents chained in their folds<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Lines of &#8216;<i>could\u2019ve been if I tried, but didn\u2019t pursue my goals<\/i>\u2019<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Chains of the \u2018<i>same as the day before and day before that<\/i>\u2019 plastic moulds<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Boxes of \u2018<i>shun the new, it\u2019ll be our ruin, stick to the beaten path<\/i>\u2019 holes<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Chorus<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<i><span style=\"font-family: arial\">I just put my face to my hands<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<i><span style=\"font-family: arial\">My fear for to hide<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<i><span style=\"font-family: arial\">That I might yet become just another<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<i><span style=\"font-family: arial\">Flower of the Wayside.<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Their bins are full of screwed up dreams from the morning of their youth<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">And yes they still have their dreams in the straightjacket of their lives.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">They follow convention down the steps, in his drunken waltz<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">To fall into the waters deep, to find they cannot swim, to find they cannot think.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">They\u2019re too busy not being busy trying to be themselves,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">They\u2019ve been hung up upon society allocated shelves.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">They pay homage to the idle with numerals on his face<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">And as his arms rotate, they start their diurnal chase<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Machines, I once thought, were extensions of man\u2019s arms<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">But men have just become extensions of machines,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Turmoiling in their cogwheel confusion<\/span><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial\"><span>While I stage my independence \u2013 the water bearer\u2019s revolution.<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;<\/span><\/span><br \/>\n<span><span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>Probably the title Flowers of the Forest by Fairport Convention, influenced title<\/span><\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: arial\">&nbsp;but not the lyric. About growing old and deserting your dreams and following convention to the letter.<\/span><\/p>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/>\n<span><span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>This was published as a poem in my first chapbook The Escaped Poet in 1984 and various magazines.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: arial\"><span><span><br \/><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: arial\"><span><\/p>\n<div style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\"><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">Flowers of the Wayside by Trev Teasdel<\/div>\n<p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>FLOWERS OF THE WAYSIDE \u00a9Trev Teasdel November 1970 Coventry. 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