Working on the Problem
©2007 Gibbens/Weston

While we hang around things just get ropier.
They said full speed ahead for Utopia.
Must be their idea of joking
Cause the brakes seem to be broken
And the road is getting slipperier and slopier.

Never mind the love-thy-neighbour lecture,
Now everyone’s just struggling for their deckchair
Where the sun drips down like honey
On a land of silk and money
But sad to say, this ship may never get there.

Hope you’re working on the problem.
We need a little time to stop them.
A little time, a little time
May be a lot
Of all we’ve got.

They’re tearing down the scenery,
Mashing up the greenery,
Assembling machinery
For God knows what.

The morning trembles like a white geranium
Where Pontius Pilate prospects for uranium
On the dark side of the moon
With a needle and a spoon
And a spade made out of Einstein’s spine and cranium.

I wouldn’t want to preach to the converted
About some ancient way that we’ve deserted.
I know one can’t do much
But if you keep in touch
With your lovely Mother Earth it couldnt hurt now.

Hope you’re working on the problem.
We need a little time to stop them.
A little time, a little time
May be a lot
Of all we’ve got,
Of all we’ve got.

A little time,
A little time
May be all we’ve got,
All we’ve got.

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