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Honest Places

from Shouting at Seagulls by Phat Bollard

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Could we put our heads down in honest places
When the earth is just tarmac and parking spaces
For hotels and restaurants
And the only birds are seagulls
Feeding off of giant landfills
So tall the peaks have names
And accountancy and pole-dancing
Are in the Olympic games
As our televisions grew bigger
They went and shrank our brains
Where vanity is a virtue, where what you know can hurt you
Where train station platforms are littered with terrorist bombs
Disguised as kid's lunch boxes, disguised as every other song
That isn't on the radio, that isn't on TV
That lift you over backwards, trip you up so you can see
A sky that is so dense and black
And you just think of what you should get to eat
So you drive to some place where you get dead animals real cheap
And maybe your kids would be surprised to see a tree
Inside of a museum amongst dead birds and chimpanzees
In glass cases, and blue skies, green grass, clean air & liberty
And how they'll often wonder; is wondering good for me?
And they'll swim in oily waters every summer in the sea
And tell you how your goddamn eggs are too salty
& you'll reminisce about when eggs came from chickens
And say these ones are no good
But you'll still slap their wrists for not eating all their food
And the alarm goes off again
So you duck down on the floor
Throw your knees into your chest
Pray if it hits it hits next door
Oh no, you never liked him anyway
Because he has French relatives
In fact he looks a little strange
And shops in a different supermarket
Your sister she called yesterday
But you never returned her call
Sometimes she thinks you don't think of her at all...

If we ever put our heads down for a second in this mess
And considered all the steps that were leading up to this
We'd measure out the distance between two points that we think were best
And wish we'd put our heads down in honest places for a rest.

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from Shouting at Seagulls, released February 9, 2013
Lyrics: Adam

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