TRASHTOWN
J.McKenzie
Trashtown
Worn hips on worn shoes now
Some kind of slow down
has caused a stitch in the canvas
An agoraphobic hoe down
if i was a crustacean i'd stay in the ocean now
No point in beating a big drum
when ears hear such common sounds
If i ever get out and feel hoss-pityable
let me back
on my my back
I’ll be sewed down to that uniform
as if i wasn't already warned
about the kind of affection
that a person of your stature commands
Now tell me bout some kind of
bird in my hand
Here
Come down to calm down
These minutes your losing
are the minutes you're choosing
to fall in love with the climate above
of a, a Southern Pacific Zulu
Trashtown
Our wrists and ankles are glued and screwed down now
Evolution on hold as
amphibians return to the ocean
Forgetting about the concrete that’s been growing
in their watery souls now
Together we can all cross the sands
To leave land for ocean
wrinkled hand in hand
Progression is a lesson we are yet to unfold
our footsteps become the same length when we’re old, zero
We crawl and bite out of the nearest thing we can see
and with tubes tied we slide down the manholes to the sea
and it takes you as easy as it takes me
and we burn all our tyres so only the foghorns can see
Hey come down to clam down
These missed observations on the things you were chasing
Give up, look up and declare all your love
For a southern pacific Zulu
We started shaking from this feeling
But now we're just
Shivering in the air conditioning
Shaking for all the wrong reasons
We’re dying like a southern pacific zulu
I’m dying like the Southern Pacific