Skyclad

Words Upon The Street

Skyclad


With laptops made of calfskin, wrought to spread the holy will 
Disseminating dogma, using lapis, gold and quill 
And the word was with the few and the few were very strong 
A mass communication where you feel you don't belong 

Now the words that flow between uns run like torrents through the air 
Connecting everymen at any moment, anywhere 
Seems that what's important at the end of the day 
Down through all the ages, just the same old things to say 

Sure, the aldermen and theigns did tarry, warmed in winter halls 
With new ideas and learning locked up safe within their walls 
Till the patrons all did strive, with the "Blue Plague brigade" 
Victorian reformers will be smiling in their graves 

To hear how the news spread between us 
Something good to tell the world? 
Though it's mostly dumb and they say it's cheap 
There's a talk plan made for everyone 

To think some people deny this... 
In a free state, tongues too should be free 
And in desperate lands, the disaffected hand 
Sprays "Save the world" upon the street 

Now the words that flow between uns run like torrents through the air 
Connecting everymen at any moment, anywhere 
Seems that what's important at the end of the day 
It's mass communication and we call can have our say 

We may speak of creature comforts, but still our greatest feat 
Is to see and hear and understand the words upon the street