Will You Go or Must I
I treaded lightly
Through the park
It was as grey
As the newly dead
For the ash and the dust
Had combined and was lyin' from
The suburbs to the sticks
Never met a soul to bring
A little swing to the rhythm
Of a day so long and still
I'm afraid I never will
Hold a conversation, without water or window
I awoke from the dream
A hundred years it might have been
Oh the clouds were gathering
With clothes on the line
Never mind as the breeze
Blew a poster down the street
Oh the bold typeface read
'Will you go or must I?'
And in Vienna
An artist throws
His speckled arms into
The air
And Mr. Freud, reveals the void
In our hearts where we thought
We knew the light from the dark
But there's only sex and murder
In the back of our skulls
Still that firebird sings
Cuts us open with its wings
Oh the glory when the lightning brings
The horses down the mountain
Where the ancient people dwell
There's no water in the well
Oh the notes that swell and spin
They won't fill empty bellies
Still we march in line together
For the progress of your betters
Oh you better eat your bread, my friend
The multitude is staring
London, Paris, Rome, Berlin
We will fight and we will win
Hold me darling, I'm ashamed
So will you go or must I?
Through the park
It was as grey
As the newly dead
For the ash and the dust
Had combined and was lyin' from
The suburbs to the sticks
Never met a soul to bring
A little swing to the rhythm
Of a day so long and still
I'm afraid I never will
Hold a conversation, without water or window
I awoke from the dream
A hundred years it might have been
Oh the clouds were gathering
With clothes on the line
Never mind as the breeze
Blew a poster down the street
Oh the bold typeface read
'Will you go or must I?'
And in Vienna
An artist throws
His speckled arms into
The air
And Mr. Freud, reveals the void
In our hearts where we thought
We knew the light from the dark
But there's only sex and murder
In the back of our skulls
Still that firebird sings
Cuts us open with its wings
Oh the glory when the lightning brings
The horses down the mountain
Where the ancient people dwell
There's no water in the well
Oh the notes that swell and spin
They won't fill empty bellies
Still we march in line together
For the progress of your betters
Oh you better eat your bread, my friend
The multitude is staring
London, Paris, Rome, Berlin
We will fight and we will win
Hold me darling, I'm ashamed
So will you go or must I?
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Writer(s): Joshua William Burnside
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