Rapids - The Icicle Works

Vagrant suspicious and quite out of breath

Stumbles into a town where the people wear frowns

Picks up a paper, the pages are blank

They say «No news today, no more writers around»

What price hope over adversity

Cause to applaud this perversity

I’m still deaf from the hydroplanes

Blessed with a cynical gaze…

No words in our own defence

Independence our recompense

Fate casting a finer line

To pity or to pay

These rapids we’re rolling on

Seem calm when they’re good and gone

Love, as good as the house it warms

A million miles between us

Still we’re heading the same way…

I sing this song with my tongue in my cheek

For the jilted, the jaundiced, the angry young men

Who somehow believe that the status quo changes

With juvenile slogans in downmarket rags

What price hope over adversity

Cause to applaud this perversity

I’m still deaf from the hydroplanes

Blessed with a cynical gaze…