Flown from the Angles
on July fifteen,
A triple sided commune,
the plan pristine.
But plans they can
change, as people sure do,
So evolve and adapt,
and come up with a new.
Make camp near the Rock
and try to survive,
And better our future,
for this we strive.
Analysing the past with
each careful move,
With eyes on the
future, we look to improve,
The situation around
and the situation we're in,
Working smarter, not
harder, that's the way to win.
Don't surround oneself,
with a simple 'here here'
Be called to account,
by those who remain near.
Self affirmation, is
taken to extremes,
But very little comfort
can be sought in memes.
Without the people to
back up, the ideas and insight,
Knowledge and wisdom,
we use to enlight,
The world we inhabit,
and the people around,
We mustn't forget, that
we are all bound,
By subjective
experience, and collection shared,
Intellectual
interpretation, that should be aired.
This is for old and
new, faithful friends,
For those who've helped
us through The Bends.
For the family we're
given and the family we choose,
For whose in our
corner, whether we win or we lose.
Appreciation is
present, indeed it's sincere,
Know we are close, even
when we're not near.
Images in my mind,
memories start to crack,
Melancholy overwhelms,
when we look back.
'Cause your faces are
so clear, this feeling is stark,
But we're just
silhouettes, silhouettes in Stoke Park.
Reminisce on occasion,
more than I'm certain,
See us again before the
final curtain.
Souls altogether, not a
single one bored,
Truth in my heart,
we'll always have the Ford.
In time things'll
change, again and again,
Stop to look around,
every now and then.
Forward with
conviction, don't delay,
Maybe you'll see us on
the way.
Enjoying the now,
'cause I know we'll soon be,
Silhouettes once again,
silhouettes by the sea.
