NZEPC - Capital of the Minimal - Graeme Downes

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	Capital of the minimal G r a e m e D o w n e s



Same Old New World (G. Downes with contributions from C. Knox) Arrivin’ late Boss gets fired up, you’re too wired to wipe the smile off your face Slave all day Stock aisle nine with Weet-bix, Marmite, take the boxes away Thursdays working late The night’s OK, cigarettes and cheap red wine wash the day away Muzak plays Oh so quietly and politely ramming crap through your brain Pension day Drab old ladies bovine grazing magazines on display Old woman’s day Saturday, thrash the same old three chord songs all day On day you might start a band, Travel the world and hang with your friends Or go on the dole and never work again The benefits arrive and life goes on and on and on And on and on You're Kurt Cobain Gender bending, speaker rending, you're in some kind of pain Your bed's unmade Ceiling's leaking, flatmates shrieking that your rent's not been paid (Do you know anything, Luck or loveliness, The way you move among your friends You cheat yourself of everything that moves Just get a mirrored room Invite the creatures of the moon and watch them dance the dance of love for you) ©Graeme Downes 2004

Comments Last updated 13 August, 2004