One Way Street
Life is a dream they tell
And it’s all down hill from here
The shops are filled with vagrants
And there’s a fire on the hill
The union bosses are out there
They are putting on a drill
For all those well off punters
Who are looking for a thrill
The people they are restless
They are looking for a fight
Nobody knows what to do
And it’s all down hill tonight
Theatres they are showing
what’s on stage today
But the managers are baying
for better and higher pay
But nobody is laughing
when they bring the curtain down
Shakespeare’s friends are crying,
and the pages they’re all forlorn
The police turn up, if right,
are they looking for a fight
The stewards then start shouting
and the crowd turns around
To see Snow White and all her cronies,
all the dwarves and clowns
Gather up what’s left, of what is lying all around
The streetlights they are blazing,
but there’s nothing left to see
The gutters they are running with filth far out to sea
The church doors they all open, and everybody flees
Right into the barriers but know one’s got the keys!
The 'Sun is up’ they shout
The beer is running out
Film stars and their agents to their offices they run
Right up to the barrels of many a loaded gun
Those who would resist
are chained against their will
The actor’s guild is angry
they vote to double their bill
Those disguised in costume
walk right on past the till
They are smoking cigarettes,
and all are taking pills
Across the road they start a fire
And the glass caves in
Straight through the doors and on all fours
They all indulge in sin
The authors they are laughing
at everything they see
It has already been written about,
it’s nothing new to me
Local users and barrow pushers
line up to take you in
But nothing can be heard much above the din
Politicians they start to shout,
get everybody out!
They are scared at the decisions
that they now will have to make
The people 'like’ them, or so they think
But they’re walking right up to the brink
Of disaster and not knowing
that the systems on the blink
The prison terms are published
and crime is on the rise
All the cells are full
and there can be no compromise
The day dawns dull
and it’s raining on the street
The spy’s are out,
But the eyes of state are not discreet
They round up all the merchants
who are trying all to leak
That special information
that might keep them off the street
The press and all it’s agents
gather round like gulls
To get the very latest
and to corrupt the peoples souls
With cash they try to buy the story of the fall
Only then to get the missionary call
They turn and run at the sound of the gun
Leaving know one covered, just open to the sun
Officials take the chase,
the committee desk awaits
They polish their lies and wait like flies,
on this one-way street....
(2011)
Note: A parody perhaps in the Dylanesque Style of law and disorder, riots, recrimination, politics, the press, celebrity, select committees, crime, arson and so much more.
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