I was running interference
I was coping with demand
And the litany of facts had me weeping on my back
As they all gathered in the yard.
It got the better of me,
That lyrical disdain.
All the roses and the brass
And the discussions of the past.
All that confusion in the rain.
Thirty Seven Fishes in the snotgreen sea
Thirty Seven sugars in the old man's tea
All the doves are here
And cooing love's sweet song
Keep it all on lockdown till the doves have gone
...And god forbid that they should love me
And keep me company at night.
God knows we all need a friend
And it's as easy in the end
Just to erase or overwrite.
Then a troubled intervention
By the broken, busted moon.
But the smoulder in the wires
And the various small fires
Said it would all be over soon
Thirty Seven shovels gonna bury me
Thirty Seven windows where the doors should be
Everybody and his dog knows what went wrong
Count to Thirty Seven it will not take long
Thirty Seven fishes in the snotgreen sea
Thirty Seven sugars in the old man's tea
All the doves are here
And cooing love's sweet song
Keep it all on lockdown till the doves have gone
It's a clumsy entertainment
All the hawks have got the floor.
And the major takeaway
From that hideous display
We're not eager to explore
One bloody thing after another
It's numerical and clear.
It's just points upon a line
Which will disappear in time:
Nothing you can engineer.
Thirty Seven sherberts and the band played on
Thirty Seven doves are cooing Love's Sweet Song
Count to Thirty Seven as the wheels scrape round
Count to Thirty Seven and we all fall down
Thirty Seven fishes in the snotgreen sea
Thirty Seven windows where the doors should be
Thirty Seven's hard enough to contemplate
Don't know anyone who got to Thirty Eight...
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