Wasteland
Out beyond box hill
Past the sewage factory
Framed by pylons and chimneys
Are the wastelands
Here nomadic tribes
Wandering for days
Search for water or seek shade
From a savage sun
Here rockets leave for Mars
Returning after weeks
With dead and injured comrades
And scientific samples
Here too with the Maya
Battle scarred we powwowed
Made terms with their king, set sail
To circumnavigate the globe
It’s condemned
The wasteland
‘A proper eye sore!’
they say ‘and dangerous too’
The council wants it
To build a skate park
Cos kids round here have nothing much to do
Past the sewage factory
Framed by pylons and chimneys
Are the wastelands
Here nomadic tribes
Wandering for days
Search for water or seek shade
From a savage sun
Here rockets leave for Mars
Returning after weeks
With dead and injured comrades
And scientific samples
Here too with the Maya
Battle scarred we powwowed
Made terms with their king, set sail
To circumnavigate the globe
It’s condemned
The wasteland
‘A proper eye sore!’
they say ‘and dangerous too’
The council wants it
To build a skate park
Cos kids round here have nothing much to do
posted by Sue hardy-Dawson at 9/29/2006 06:37:00 PM
14 Comments:
That remind me a song of the best group of all: Queen! '39. I love this song and if this go true i want to be a volunteer.
Bye and a kiss for a rose!
At first I was confused but now I see what you mean, there are definately some similarities there and I have discovered a Queen track I didn't know so that's brilliant too
Far and away
on the boxes they play,
the cans are drums
Causing all the humms
Hand them a playschool
you're only a fool.
"You cannot help but learn more as you take the world into your hands. Take it up reverently, for it is an old piece of clay, with millions of thumbprints on it."
John Updike
One day the skate park will be gone, missed by those whose memories include it; then on to another iteration of the "wasteland" story.
me
Thanks for dropping by.
such parts of cities always make me sad...
...you have captured it well!
Atrophy as a kind of memory, atrophy as a type of imagination, all these things make memory a strong and enduring house. Beautiful Sue!
You've painted the picture well, Sue.
Are these the memories we are destined to make? Love the futurisitic tone of this!
good one....
thanks
this is nice. yes it does have a futuristic tone.
every side there different image..one side reaching the mars..one side they are just nomands searching for water and seeking refuge away from the sun...
Its happening in our world
I have been thinking of a alnd that it can be made into a hip development and how much i will miss it and here you are almost on the same line
if the nomads come here to seek shade. if the rockets are launched, how can it be called wasteland. it is giving birth, in a way.
peace..!!
\m/
Echo that's lovely where did it come from?
Goat man you speack the truth and it was a pleasure
Gulnaz-but children make of anything a fantasy world-the harder their lives the more they need to.
Russel-just about everything's banned these days for health and saftey reasons-snowballs conkers mud and throwing water-I know nostalge can make beauty from uglyness but I do think we had more freedom
Thank-you MB
Kai what a lovely picture were you at a wedding?
Ami so good to hear from you I've not been able to access your blog for ages
Nasra I too long for my hometown as it once was-most of the countyside has been built on now
Manic P peace and I've put up a link hope that's OK?
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