Maudlin Bay

It's 6:05 in the morning and I see you in the garden
with your army of suitors climbimg up the ivy, shooters in their hands ...
and there's a mob of estate agents playing leap-frog in the playground
while the children on the pavement throwing peaches at the traffic on their land
and I don't want to go to Maudlin Bay
no I don't want to go to Maudlin Bay

How they touch me like a virus in the clammy handed silence
where traditional male violence is a substitute for guidance, trust and love ...
and at the fairground rifle range they're shooting at Sadam Insane
a cartoon for a cardboard age, a good excuse for misplaced rage to flow
and I don't want to go to Maudlin Bay
no I don't want to go to Maudlin Bay

It's 6:05 in the morning and I see you in the garden
with your army of suitors climbimg up the ivy, shooters in their hands ...
And from behind the drab net curtains wait a line of nervous persons
counting pennies from their purses, knowing nothing is for certain in this land
and I don't want to go to Maudlin Bay
no I don't want to go to Maudlin Bay

(© Sputnik Weazel ...from "Tin Foil Holidays" - CD 2007)

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I had this song kicking around for years,
it has my personal favourite lyric in it. . .
"and at the fairground rifle range they're shooting at Sadam Insane a cartoon for a cardboard age, a good excuse for misplaced rage to flow"