I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Is it only a dream that there'll be no more turning away?



I remember when this album came out. A lot of critics called this one of the weakest and facile songs in the mix. So strange however many years down the road it feels almost like an anthem. But that was at the end of the Cold War, when the world would be made right.

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