© pagan wanderer lu 2010
Chemicals Like You
You can't have love without biology
They're just matter our conscience is borrowing
And I don't know if love is real
If you can't make friends without technology
If a tree falls in the forest
And I don't know if love is real
Margam Park
The day we went to the aviary
I felt like I was visiting you in a mental hospital
The end is nigh
Present our work as a series of accidents
My sandwich boards proclaim our doom
So they can't be blamed if they don't see it coming
We were so far away from the city
I lay down in the grass
The Book Burners
Across the wasteland
We built a library here
Spend my childhood wandering through the pages
It was my home and all I'd ever known
then one day they came
They'd militarised
condemned the books that contradicted their creed
and we left them behind
I couldn't take them with me
the book burners
All lyrics written by Andy Regan
Chemicals Like You
Our atoms aren't ours
they were forged in the stars
but somehow mathematically
they add up to you and me
or if it's just chemicals
but I like you
and my chemicals like you too
I am not the skin I'm in
anymore than a machine
and there's no one there to see
is it still a tree?
or if it's just chemicals
(and what would be the difference anyway?)
but I like you
and my chemicals like you too
The whole world bathed in cyan
The chirping of distant cages
and the anaesthetic calm
or maybe you were the one visiting me?
my password is password
we dance around sad architecture
round and round and round it goes
new improved arpeggios
beloved foma, the clothes of the emperor
Keep one eye on our egos
where it stops no one knows
you hide your sadness in cartoons
Read our future in tea leaves
merrily merrily down the stream
when they find us both with our heads in the oven
Way to take one for the team
life is nothing but a dream
We could actually see the stars
I've got an interesting back story
without the fashion sense or scars
and I felt grateful to be so small
the time signature of my heart
is still 4/4
we'd vowed to return
charred fragments of words still dance on the listless breeze
all our knowledge in one place
books stretching away as far as the eye could see
communing with the great minds of the ages
All my life I felt it hanging over me
Now amidst the ruins can I make my peace?
I assumed others worshipped knowledge as I did
I couldn't imagine
those who believed words
unread and inert
could ever inflict hurt
with torches aflame
they were stretching away
as far as the eye could see
stole the secret of fire
from the gods they would burn
so fearful of what they'd learn
not hopeful of an afterlife we made our retreat
on that night my parents came to usher me
through the tunnels choking, frightened, stumbling
to the mercy of the fire
those precious equations
preserved in paper
the voices of history
silenced forever
lost to the embers
the book burners
with torches aflame
as far as the eye could see
©2010