Where have all the good people gone?

Where have all the good people gone?

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of lies,

Four and twenty politicians with fire in their eyes.

When the lies were exposed they change their tune to sing,

“I didn’t know. It’s not my fault. It wasn’t me.”

Where’ve all the good people gone?

I don’t know, I don’t know.

What’s to become of us all?

I don’t know, I don’t know.

I bet the streets of heaven are empty tonight.

Well Humpty Dumpty sat up on his wall

So high above the others, and self appointed as judge of them all.

Well my dear Humpty, I hope that you will recall:

That after pride, there comes a fall.

Where’ve all the good people gone?

I don’t know, don’t know.

What’s to become of us all?

I don’t know, I don’t know.

I bet the streets of heaven are empty tonight.

Mary’s little lamb was once as white as snow.

It followed Mary to the dirty places she would go.

The alcohol and chemicals brought wolves to steal her soul.

And now her heart is black as coal.

Where’ve all the good people gone?

I don’t know. I don’t know.

What’s to become of us all?

I don’t know. Oh, I don’t know.

I bet the streets of heaven are empty tonight,

While the sinners and the hypocrites sit outside.

I pray to God that I might be wrong,

‘Cause I’m not quite sure which side I’ll be sitting on.

Like a Thief

I always start with good intentions,

And somehow they descend into the void and rise in distant memories.

You whisper to my conscience,

But this guilt, my only constant, starts to scream.

You seem as distant as a dream.

As distant as you seem, if you pinch me, I will scream!

You said you’ll come like a thief. I won't lie, I've been hoping

I sleep with one eye open.

The world cries “Peace and Safety!” but on their words they’re choking

I sleep with one eye open.

This song is my last confession, and my latest obession. 

In true form I’ve lost myself in this again.

You said, “Seek not melodies, but seek justice for the needy.”

Break me down,

And make this heart of stone bleed.

Just like a thief in the night,

No time to run, no strength to fight,

There right before your eyes,

The world will meet its demise,

And all our gold turns to rust,

And all our castles to dust,

In your presence.

(c) 2010 Chris Summertime.

This is the latest song that I've completed. I started it, sitting by the fireplace in Ireland just after New Years, 2010, and finally finished it about a month ago. I've run through the song a few times with my mate Josh and it's been mad to play. I can't wait to record it.