Waiting for the Cloud - The Legendary Pink Dots

The river was rainbow stew, the fishes choked and cursed

The thirsty dogs spat fire, rolled in glue, then they burst

The fur balls flying, trees were dying--dandelions were crippled, bald …

We saw it all in colour— now we’re waiting for the cloud

A mother forcefed baby milk which ticked and bubbled black

She sank it back with plastic pills although it stank … seemed thankful

Rolled up in her sack, she won’t be back, she won’t grow old …

We saw it all in colour— now we’re waiting for the cloud

And crocodiles were sprouting wings.

Dead sheep filled the fields

The children rode on locusts and threw slings at anything that could be killed

and eaten raw

No weeping sore, no claws, no balls …

We saw it all in colour, now we’re waiting for the cloud

We’re told it could be 15 days, we’re busy digging holes …

The deep ones for the pure, selected— shallow ones for old and sick

The derelicts, the poor, the junkies, criminals, the whores

There’s more, there’s red and yellow, black and blue

There’s me, there’s you.

(Waiting for the cloud.)