BLUE SKY

HENRIQUE MANUEL DA ROSA

 Goodbye Blue Sky

Look, Mummy. 

There's an airplane up in the sky Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones? Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs? Did, did, did, did you ever wonder Why we had to run for shelter When the promise of a brave new world Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky? Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones? Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs? The flames are all long gone But the pain lingers on Goodbye blue sky Goodbye blue sky Goodbye Goodbye The Eleven Fifteen from Newcastle is now approaching The Elven eighteen arrival

Empty Spaces What shall we do now?

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces Where waves of hunger roar? Shall we set out across this sea of faces In search of more and more applause? Shall we buy a new guitar? Shall we drive a more powerful car? Shall we work straight through the night? Shall we get into fights? Leave the lights on? Drop bombs? Do tours of the East? Contract diseases? Bury bones? Break up homes? Send flowers by phone? Take to drink? Go to shrinks? Give up meat? Rarely sleep? Keep people as pets? Train dogs? Race rats? Fill the attic with cash? Bury treasure? Store up leisure? But never relax at all With our backs to the wall

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