DO RE MI: Warnings Moving Clockwise





That dog is vicious with a smile on his face

can be rough-shod and mobile, or well-bred as lace

and Peter's crying wolf, this week he's eating from the streets

with one shoe on, with one shoe off, he's crawling on his feet



And there's warnings moving clockwise in my direction

Wake up yawning just to hear them push in the blow

There's a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention

But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow

Too slow...



Changed my religion and I look to the east

and I check my local papers for the mark of the beast

It's the trumpets above me that disturb me the least

'til my logical thinking is illogically ceased



Now there's warnings moving clockwise in my direction

Wake up yawning just to hear them push in the blow

There's a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention

But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow

Too slow...



My friend is happy, she moves to the breeze

and she devotes her energies to saving the trees

while I think of people dying on their knees

while we're two of the millions more ignoring their pleas



While there's warnings moving clockwise in my direction

Wake up yawning just in time to push in the blow

There's a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention

But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow

Too slow...







My hands are steady and I look to the skies

and I ask for a messenger who never replies

I see jets over jordan, and tears in the eyes

of a people who weather while society lies



Now there's warnings moving clockwise in my direction

Wake up yawning just to hear them push in the blow

There's a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention

But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow

Too slow...



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-- James Anthony Peter Matthew Mark Luke John Bowditch --

-- pfgumby@yoyo.cc.monash.edu.au --

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-- And the piano smells like a piano, --

-- And the microphone smells like a microphone, --

-- And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar --

-- And it gets all soggy and sinks to the bottom. --

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