The Groundhogs: Earth is Not Room Enough!
Locked in a room,
Strapped to a hollow chair,
Faint musty smells,
Odour of stale air,
Sealed from the outside,
In a cage that is six-foot square,
Eyes that are fixed,
In a glazed, disbelieving stare.
Cyanide pills,
Dropped in an acid bath,
Froth forms a cloud,
As deadly as death’s own staff,
Lungs start to burst,
Trying to hold your breath,
But have the last laugh,
‘cos Earth is just a cage seven thousand miles wide!
I had this tune pop into my head recently…weird! It’s the mellotron, see? When I finally dug it up, I realised that it always sounds much better in my head from memory than it does through my ears…
Is this an artefact of history, or, am I making something sound better to myself because I feel that the song has some decent juice within it and that just needs squeezing to get it out?
I think it’s the later – I do it a lot! I tell you – it’s great in my head – much better than reality!
Which leads to the question about our perception of reality. Maybe I actually am plugged into The Matrix and it’s not just a story…? Hmm.
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