Self - Sufficient
Shouting between islands
How Are You Signalling from peak to higher peak I Love You - whensoever the mist may clear - Shaking hands With a fellow briefly in a passing plane able to speak to you on several wavebands Happy Birthday Dear taking a turn as compère of the week I say again I wish you happiness in your sea-girt Sanctuary Wiping guano and turtle-dirt away from Beethoven and Vera Lynn with plenty of reasonably clean Sand to bury your head in I hope you enjoy Your cave No doubt you will employ a great deal of native ingenuity In making the most of such an opportunity To Save Have fun Among the birds, up in the Seventh Heaven And give my regards to Angels Eleven You won’t fall down; the fuels you will need are only words and a front seat in the Sun - Hot Air will keep you there Safe out of real touch real sight real sound Tucked away in a high womb you deeply care for the lack of loving-room Responsibly and gratefully aware of Us who wave and wonder from the ground with whom you share astounding Wisdom over the air We love you Yes we listen avidly to Number One for his Opinion amid the static Bones wither away under the skin a soul begins to Feel The cold and comes down out of the attic to make up on the missing Joie de Vivre Hot Pants Passion Emphatic Communiqués press handouts Lone Yachtsman kissing Miss Erotic Plastic Nineteen-thing Fell Flat we walk straight through you we never notice you we know you were never real visiting gods are inconceivable and in Spring hermits are out of fashion |