Seren and Robin and the Imaginary Blown Glass Orchestra -
Seren and Robin and the Imaginary Blown Glass Orchestra Presents: Seren and Robin and the Imaginary Blown Glass Orchestra's Greatest Hits
Down by the Seaside
Where the sky is grey
All I can see are clouds
And the wind is cold
And the road is loud
Down by the seaside
See the plastic bags
And the sewage spills
And the dying trees
And other natural ills
And you're in the wind
Tryna catch your breath
But the ocean stinks
'Cos it's full of death
Down by the seaside
See the flocks of gulls
Living off our waste
And the lonely children
Moving on in haste
'Cos the air is thick
And it's hard to breathe
You can taste the smog
And feel it on your teeth
Down by the seaside
Is where I wanna be
Down by the seaside
Where you can taste the salt
And the rotting fishes
And the industrial chemicals
And the broken wishes
Down by the seaside
See the foamy waves
They're full of bits of gunk
Washing up dead things
And discarded junk
See the crumbling cliffs
Where the rocks erode
And the sand gives way
To the asphalt road
Down by the seaside
See the mangy dogs
Tryna stay alive
On the washed up bones
Of things that used to thrive
See the roughed up cats
That used to hunt our birds
But now there's nothing left
Except for empty words
Down by the seaside
Is where I wanna be
All I can see are clouds
And the wind is cold
And the road is loud
Down by the seaside
See the plastic bags
And the sewage spills
And the dying trees
And other natural ills
And you're in the wind
Tryna catch your breath
But the ocean stinks
'Cos it's full of death
Down by the seaside
See the flocks of gulls
Living off our waste
And the lonely children
Moving on in haste
'Cos the air is thick
And it's hard to breathe
You can taste the smog
And feel it on your teeth
Down by the seaside
Is where I wanna be
Down by the seaside
Where you can taste the salt
And the rotting fishes
And the industrial chemicals
And the broken wishes
Down by the seaside
See the foamy waves
They're full of bits of gunk
Washing up dead things
And discarded junk
See the crumbling cliffs
Where the rocks erode
And the sand gives way
To the asphalt road
Down by the seaside
See the mangy dogs
Tryna stay alive
On the washed up bones
Of things that used to thrive
See the roughed up cats
That used to hunt our birds
But now there's nothing left
Except for empty words
Down by the seaside
Is where I wanna be
Credits
Writer(s): Seren Timothy Heferen Stevenson
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