More Gratuitous Lyrics (who needs newspapers?)

[hummingwolf]

Too tired for my own words tonight; have someone else's. Here are lyrics to the two songs that have been running through my head all day.

Goodness Gracious is there nothing left to say?
When the ones that get to keep looking
are the ones that look away
It's pabulum for the sleepers
in the cult of brighter days
Goodness Gracious at the mercy of the crooks
We're broke and stroking vegetables
and there's way too many cooks
In every pot a pink slip, in every mouth a hook
Goodness Gracious I'm not listening anymore
'Cause the spooks are in the White House
and they've justified a war
So wake me when they notify
we're gonna fight some more

Goodness Gracious not many people care
Concern is getting scarcer
true compassion really rare
I can see it on our faces, I can feel it in the air
Goodness Gracious me.

Goodness Gracious my generation's lost
They burned down all our bridges
before we had a chance to cross
Is it the winter of our discontent or just an early frost?
Goodness Gracious of apathy I sing
The baby boomers had it all and wasted everything
Now recess is almost over
and they won't get off the swing

Goodness Gracious we came in at the end
No sex that isn't dangerous, no money left to spend
We're the cleanup crew for parties
we were too young to attend
Goodness Gracious me.

Goodness Gracious my grandma used to say
The world's a scary place now,
things were different in her day
What horrors will be commonplace
when my hair starts to grey?

--"Goodness Gracious," from the Kevin Gilbert album Thud (1994)

God bless this happy home
God bless the hugs and kisses
Keep us all safe and warm
Keep us in ignorant bliss

Heaven help old Joseph Bloggs in his cardboard box
Reaching out his hand for a piece of me
Heaven give his dog a bone, leave my conscience well alone
Then make them jump about as happy as can be

And the Devil take the rest of them, the Devil take the rest of them

God bless the beautiful
God bless the loved and lauded
Save them from what they do
Save those who can afford it
God bless the stock exchange
God bless the corporations
Give us our daily bread
Forgive us our poor relations

Heaven help the little man, getting by the best he can
Says that it's no life but it's a living
Heaven help the down at heel, I wonder how they feel
Does anybody know, I simply can't imagine

And the Devil take the rest of them, the Devil take the rest of them

God bless our football team
God bless my red Diablo
Praise be this coffee machine
Amen to all that I know

Heaven help the human race, put a smile upon its face
With its sad and sorry eyes upon my television
Heaven help with all its might so I can sleep at night
So I can enjoy what I've been given

And the Devil take the rest of them, the Devil take the rest of them
The Devil take my soul from me,
the Devil take my soul

--"God Bless," from Nik Kershaw's 15 Minutes (1999)



You know, it may be best for me to avoid TV news for a good, long while.