Fishy Jock Bird Sings
Gil tells me the first revolution is when you change your mind.
Well, move over Che, because I’m changing mine all the time.
Then change what you are doing, go on and create a new paradigm.
Well this programme is getting tricky, no thanks, I’m doin’ just fine.
S**t, I'm starting to get it now, this is more than just a rhyme.
You’re shouting, do your bit, make noise, do more than mime.
Inertia the enemy, action the aim and you think I am the catalyst.
You’re so nineteen-seventy-one, I am so now, laid back, fatalist.
I get it, but don’t feel the attraction, hands up, measured and sized.
Arm chair out, switched on, tuned in, this time it will be televised.
Makes me think that ...
It's true we do so often hear that change is the only constant: 'things never stay the same'; 'things are alway changing'; 'we tried that before and it didn't work then either. Is change a participant or a spectator sport?
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