MUSIC - Seven Scenes
The words for this came from two different songs I wrote. The first
part of the song was written in 1981 after Siren had played the New
Years Eve concert at Mount Maunganui. The second parts came after my
kids started going to sunday school and my Dad joined Greenpeace the
day after the French terrorists bombed the Rainbow Warrior in Auckland
Harbour, murdering a crew member along the way. The song is a bit of
a jumble through my family I guess... I still don't know what some of
it means.
The music came after Steve Mapstone refused to record it so we had
a big argument. I borrowed a bass guitar off Richard Stillwell and played
a three chord finger picking thing. The jangled up chord in the chorus
is one I learned off a U2 song.
Lyrics:
Seven Scenes
Seven scenes encased in glass
Visions after summers past
Enrapt in glory, suicide
Really not a cushy ride
A friend betrays, a pet befriends
Doe See Doe revolve again
Like a square dance
Be my friend
A Camera clicks, a frame exposed
A shiny car, the old disposed
New things, kids with new toys
Christmas gifts, dolls for the boys
Heaven scenes enrapt in fashion
Fashion pressure latest passion
When will it end,
This latest trend,
Wont you be my friend
Beware the men in lengthened robes
Beware the market of faith
Believe what's real and not make believe
Question your status your place
Take an appearance and answer it's question
Then question the answer you see
Transcend mirror images, mirrors are true
And all is not as it appears to be.
Don't bring me down
Don't make me your clown
Your making me frown
Aw you better stop making that sound
You got your TV screen
And your answering machine
You joined Greenpeace,
Cause your green
Got your holiday dream
And your angry white scream
And your submachine
Beside your bed so clean
You got your TV screen
Blue light comes out your window
.It lights up the carport
It lights up the goldfish pond
You can see the rhododendrons
And you can hear this song
Don't bring me down
Don't make me your clown
You're making people frown
Aw you better stop fucking me round
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