Chain of Keys
Fifteen keys hang on a chain
The chain is joint and forms a ring
The ring is in a woman's hand
She's walking on the dusty ground
The dusty ground's a dead-end track
The neighbours won't be coming back
Fifteen gardens overgrouwn
Fifteen houses falling down
The woman's old and dressed in black
She keeps her hands behind her back
Imagine what her eyes have seen
We ask but she won't let us in
A key so simple and so small
how can it mean no chance at all?
A key - a promise, or a wish
how can it mean such hopelessness
A circle is broken, she says
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The Orange Monkey
A restlessness took hold my brain
and questions I could not hold back
An orange monkey on a chain
on a bleak uneven track
told me that to understand
you must travel back time
I took a plane to a forein land
and sayd, I'll write down what I find
Beneath a mountain's jagged shelves
cloacked with snow and shadows sheer
plates tipped up upon themselves
the pain of fifty million years
and mules and goats were running wild
A happy chaos carried on
and old men and young boys smiled
and worked until the day was gone
Packs of sandy-coloured dogs
walked streets that looked like building sites
but piles of rocks and dust and smog
could not hold block out a different light
When I returned I ran to meet
the monkey, but his face had changed
He stood beforme on two feet
The track was now a motorway
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I Love this monkey song