Before Hollywood

Before Hollywood before Babylon and Babel

On a desert isle I was sitting at a table

Reading into the absurd

some of us never learn

In the struggle to survive

Something must Die...

On a foreign shore

In the shadow of a cathedral

With a cripple's eye

I stole manna from the temple

In a cinematic dream

somebody lent to me

I began to realise

Something must die

So who am I and do I make a difference

Does life go on and on and is there any answer

In a tenement electric luxuries of silence

Of the human mind and all it's evolution

Is this perverse

And does it really hurt

In the struggle to survive

Something must die......

So who am I and do I make a difference

Does life go on and on and is there any answer?