"Bombastic and big is beautiful and bouncy with rollicking riffs and a bass that burns. Some high hitting heighty notes, and a child laughing. Is that a guitar I hear? Rock my roll. Yowzah!"

See what have we done? 
We have the whole world crying.
See - look how we run
Into this falsifying

Have we learned nothing at all?

Believe what we disbelieve
Find new fools to lead us
Deny all we conceive
Lie in a way to impede us

Have we learned nothing at all?

See what you have done!
You brought the world down on you
You brought the world down on me.
See what you have done!
You lied to yourself and then you lied to me.

Have we learned nothing at all?

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Have We Learned Nothing?

I remember when songs on bits of tape did sneak about, and twist and shout. But now where are they? I can't see them. Still they sneak, like sneaks in the glass. I feel them in my oracles, however, and sometimes they show themselves, but only to me. But as time immemorial (in memorising forgotten years) has led me to be the dodgy liar, I fool them, from here on in, to reveal all to all of you too - however many of you there may be, who stumble along.
In 1982 maybe it started, (or 1997 or 2010 or 1936) with me being born in a band, or maybe ten years later (or ten years later than that). It's hard to tell. Years, like songs and liars, sneak about, and lurk smugly, singing silence to the eye. You never really know where you stand with any of the above, and I still don't know.
But, whatever the odds, play my lovelies. Play them and put them in your mouths to taste the sound of what they might say. Don't be shy; don't be paranoid. I won't tell anyone else. It will be our secretive.

Have We Learned Nothing?

Ken Morrison