Up and Down

Up and down we're going, going nowhere fast

We sit and wait and wonder, when will come our chance?

Washing all the dishes, waiting for the bus

Time moves awfully slowly, then suddenly it's up

Death is deep and empty, but forever is long

Some will make a hundred, some not even one

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I sing in the kitchen, sometimes in the hall

Some sing when they're lonely, some don't sing at all

I drink in the evening, sometimes in the day

There's spirits in the aether, and bones under the clay

Lambeg in the distance, fiddles in the pub

Summer's almost on us, and summer's almost done

Well I thought I had it all sussed out, but I'm not sure to be honest

Well I'm mostly okay, well today, I'm not quite right to be honest

Kids down at the hollow, some at city hall

Some kids are familiar with guards and prison walls

War is in the distance, war is at the door

But our heads are up the chimney, our feet under the floor

Death is bright and boomin', lighter than wren

Softer than a newborn, when life begins again

Mmmmm

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