grazing in meadows made of steel and glass
the herd marches on
devouring everything that lies in its path
the herd marches on
lemmings, determined, but they're gradually learning
that there's no easy way out
sharing a laugh before they head for the sea
the herd marches on
i cannot see, but i think one is me
the herd marches on
i'm certain one's you, if you think this thing through
but it scares me that i can't be sure
pick up the ball and we'll see in the fall
if the crowds start thinning out
anyone's game today and winner takes all
that's what it's all about
the winners will know before they step on the field
but there's no easy way out
over and over, still the same old game
still the same ways of growing old
moving in suddenly, a horde with no name
the herd comes in from the cold
turn up the music just as loud as you like
in the morning we head for the shore
and so it goes
and so it goes
and so it goes
cannot stop the march
or stop myself from following
can't stop
can't turn back the clock
it's never a lock until you've run out the clock
and the fat lady has sung
go round the block til you've holes in your socks
and the dinner bell has rung
after you eat you get back on your feet
the herd won't stay still for long
everyday folk who like to share in the joke
the herd marches on
having a smoke under evening's cloak
the herd marches on
your sisters, your brothers, and billions of others
the herd can't rest til they're dead
time flies at different speeds for you and me
time flies, and every tick is a beating heart
time flies, for only a moment in infinity
time flies away before you know it
isn't the universe flying apart?
the center cannot hold
this began life, as did ...call me joe, as a set of song lyrics, way back in the 80s when I had a band. While lyrics and verse share some of the same attributes, to my mind they are not quite the same thing-one is meant to be read aloud, one to be sung, and there are shades that differentiate them.
If it helps to imagine the music, think of Pink Floyd's DOGS if the guitars had been treated with phase shifters and played by Tony Iommi, and take out the keyboards.
The fortunate inherit riches, prestige, positive notoriety. Those not so lucky bear legacies filled with poverty, infamy or, worse yet, the unhinged insanity and murderous urges of their ancestors.
I like your picture Du-ane. ;)