Fool's Day
Wake up straightCaught out by the sunOn the first day of April.
Out of bedThought it was a plane crashBut I'm sure that I was dreaming
TV's onOf course caffeineA science of submission again.
Another dayOn this little islandJust a bell hangs on.
Porridge doneI take my kid to schoolPassed the pound shop: Woolworth's.
Under bridgeWhere the subway sees the daytimeAnd the Westway flies by.
Then on my bikeDown the Ladbroke GroveTo the forthcoming dramas.
A studioAnd a love of all sweet musicWe just can't let go.
Let go, let go, let go, let go.
So meditateOn what we've all becomeOn a cold day in springtime.
Civil warIs what we were all born intoRaise your left hand, right, sing.
Don't capitulate to the forcesOf the market placeThey've long departed.
ConsolidateThe love we have togetherOn a cold day in springtime.