Now there's just you and me
And your phone book makes three
hundred and eighty two of us
As today falls into tomorrow
Don't panic, please don't push
Don't trample, there's no rush
It's only an old man smoking a pipe
As today burns into tomorrow
It's too warm to wear that fleece
You might alarm the police
They'll hold you down and fill your head
And for you there'll be no tomorrow
If I don't vote again
Who says I can't complain?
I won't buy poison but it's still my right
To point and say "It's poison".
For me this is both a beautiful song on a literal level and an allegory for living the socialist life - 'you wish all the wrong things in the world could be right'... 'If we collect all the strays and make them feel safe, there'll be some more out there to keep us awake.' Chris Clark
Welsh art-rock group HMS Morris make music full of plot twists; explosive, colorful rhythms can turn into shadowy introspection on a dime. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020