This one's kind of U2-ish, although completely unintentionally. It just came out that way. I'm particularly proud of the harmonies in this one - which you only get to hear properly in the very last chorus at the end, where they're almost acappela

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This is a hark back to the great Summer of Love - the first one, in 1967 & no, I wasn't there either.)
But it just seems that with so much going on in the world, we've lost that innocence & wonder in things bright & new & magical --
-- either that or it's a load of old tosh & you can make your own mind up.

I put the phone down not long after
the fingertip confession
But the text still swims before mt eyes
a textual regression

Is the cash machine a target for my
counterfeit aggression
Or merely just a subtitute for
sexual repression

Did it relieve the tension
or do I have to try again

Ch.
Listen for the silence in between
each & every sigh
Listen to the world pretend your
meaning still survives
Listen for the heartbeat stong & pure
in each & every life
Listen for a solitary sign you're still alive

I spent the day like yesterday
in meaningless reflection
On the whys & wherefors of the world
a Far-Eastern election

Or a candidate for any state of
political repression
And a coat of many coluours in a
brand-new misdirection

Did it betray the mission
or do I have to try again

Ch.

The long & short is no-one hears
for long enough to mention
But the saddest bart is no one cares
a major-league transgression

You pop the pills & pay the price
for this diluted heaven
We haven't seen so much of you since
1967

Will we ever learn our lesson
or do I have to try again

Ch.