Dark Ages Lyrics

  Darlings are you ready for the long winter's fall ?
    said the lady in her parlour
    said the butler in the hall.
  Is there time for another ?
    said the drunkard in his sleep.
  Not likely
    said the little child. What's done
    the Lord can keep.
  And the vicar stands a-praying
  And the television dies
    as the white dot flickers and is gone
    and no-one stops to cry.
  The big jet rumbles over runway miles
    that scar the patchwork green
    where slick tycoons and rich buffoons
    have opened up the seam
    of golden nights and champagne flights
    ad-man overkill
    and in the raze
    consumer crazed
    we take the sugar pill.
  Jagged fires mark the picket lines
    the politicians weep
    and mealy-mouthed
    through corridors of power on tip-toe creep
  Come and see bureaucracy
    make its final heave
    and let the new disorder through
    while senses take their leave.
  Families screaming line the streets
    and put the windows through
    in corner shops
    where keepers kept
    the country's life-blood blue.
  Take their pick
    and try the trick
    with loaves and fishes shared
    and the vicar shouts
    as the lights go out
    and no-one really cares.

  Dark Ages
    shaking the dead
  Closed pages
    better not read
  Cold rages
    burn in your head.