Great British Mistake
The great British mistake was looking for a way out,
was getting complacent, not noticing the pulse was
racing - the mistake was fighting the change, was
staying the same. It couldn´t adapt so it couldn´t
survive, something had to give, the people take a
downhill slide into the gloom, into the dark recesses
of their minds.
I swoop over your city like a bird
I climb the high branches and observe
Into the mouth, into the soul
I cast a shadow that swallows you whole
I swoop, I climb, I cling, I suck,
I swallow you whole
String out the drip-feed, they´re losing their world,
the´re losing their hard boys and magazine girls,
adverts illegal, TV as outlaw, motive as spell.
They´ll see the books burn. they´ll be 451, it´s
people against things and not against each other,
out of the pre-pack, into the fear, into themselves.
They´re the great British mistake - the genie´s outv
of the bottle, call in the magician, they didn´t mean
to free him, devil behind them, devil in the mirror,
chained to their right hands. They´re the great
British mistake - they´ll have to come to terms now,
they´ll take it out somehow, they´ll blame it all on
something. The British mistake - when will it be over?
How can they avoid it?
© TV Smith