"A Film Without Thrill"

An effortless stroll through the dirt and the trees
Brothers in arms just prodding at the queen bees
Lost in sepia tones colouring in the passing sky
The last of an ancient brigade, let’s see if the boat’s still sinking

The drama’s done, karma cracked, soothing spots, in a summer of spills
Play with scenes before they stop, juxtaposed with what we now have
With what we now have, a film without thrill

A trembling ghost dreams of directing the matinee
Or an unfinished verse that remains a generation’s curse away
Don’t regret the days when you’re singing from the rooftops
So near yet so far from sensation to see through

The drama’s done, karma cracked, soothing spots, in a summer of spills
Play with scenes beneath the stars, sound the alarm, where are we now?
Where have we landed?
A film without thrill

We’ll roll up the roads and crash cars in the past
As we returned our brains to a summer of spills

The drama’s done, karma cracked, soothing spots, cast aversions
Play with scenes smiling back, before they release a film without thrill
It’s what we’re part of, a film without thrill

David Laley January 2010