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Shaenea


Shaenea. There's thunder underground.
Shaenea. The poor folk raise their hands.
And voices, eyes and temperatures.
There'll sure be hell if calm don't come soon.
Shaenea. Chaos everywhere.
Shaenea. Over here and there.
Can't turn for straight talking. Who's got the answers?
I don't know no more.

Shaenea. Bobby's dead an' gone.
Shaenea. But I still hear his song
Each time I pluck the strings of my old battered folk guitar.
Shaenea. It's time to head for home
Shaenea. One more for the road.
Makes living easy, even if it's harder in the morn'.

A single candle burns upon the shelf.
But I can't see beyond the table
Where the food life regurgitates until the candles light has gone.
The Reaper knocks upon the door
But I hear nothing anymore.
I'll wear the monkeys hat today.

Shaenea. Lazing on the beach.
Shaenea. The real world's outa reach.
Seems like I've been here for a lifetime. Maybe even more.
Shaenea. But good things never last.
Shaenea. Returning to the past.
Is not an option, but I've gotta do it anyway.

Shaenea. The city church bells toll.
Shaenea. Another day unfolds.
Don't turn the news on yet. I'm still a million miles away.
Shaenea. Reality's so cruel.
Shaenea. You can act the fool
But all your yesterdays are gonna catch you up one day.

A single candle burns upon the shelf.
But I can't see beyond the table
Where the food life regurgitates until the candles light has gone.
The Reaper knocks upon the door
But I hear nothing anymore.
I'll wear the monkeys hat today.

Shaenea. The telephone it rings.
Shaenea. The muted songbird sings.
The three wise men are shopping for more gifts that no-one recognises.
Shaenea. Get me outa here.
Shaenea. My mind's so full of fear
Do' wanna hear no more excuses.