late cab, where do you go
slicing through the silence
this damp hour?
it must be the night, for I'm
not worried-
though my phone's on
do you work late?
this is the worker's fate:
from father to son,
that we work to work ever harder ,
to break the tether
round our necks
invisible, but slavery -
when did it end?
it was the plantations then;
cabs and the keyboards now:
sugar grows on the brow
wet of the beaten man's sweat;
and oh we all want to rise,
far above from this shanty town
tither on that hill past the neon sea
so we dream, endlessly:
the reel
broken by the sound of rain
dripping on the roof
there are shadows that talk
very leaf is a witness
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 5:06 PM UTC
late cab, where do you go
slicing through the silence
this damp hour?
it must be the night, for I'm
not worried-
though my phone's on
do you work late?
this is the worker's fate:
from father to son,
that we work to work ever harder ,
to break the tether
round our necks
invisible, but slavery -
when did it end?
it was the plantations then;
cabs and the keyboards now:
sugar grows on the brow
wet of the beaten man's sweat;
and oh we all want to rise,
far above from this shanty town
tither on that hill past the neon sea
so we dream, endlessly:
the reel
broken by the sound of rain
dripping on the roof
there are shadows that talk
very leaf is a witness
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