Ant Smith

Poetry With Audio

Heartbeat

Your heart-beat

Your pulse-race

You run around the block

You can’t stop

You can’t wait

You’re looking at your watch

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

Gotta beat the clock.

Your heart-beat

Your pulse-race

I think you’d better stop!

Your heart-beat

Your pulse-race

I think you’d better stop!

Global Village is where I belong

With folk of a similar nature

We can learn to sing and dance along

To the sound of our own neighbour

My head-aches

My feet pound

My world goes round and round

I feel that

I think that

I may be upside-down

A-clunk, click

A-clunk, click

Every single trip

My head-aches

My feet pound

I feel a little sick!

My head-aches

My feet pound

I feel a little sick!

When will we

Ever be free

To take one step beyond?

When will we

Ever be free

To take one giant leap?

When will we

Ever be free

To say that we belong

(When will we, Ever be free)

To a time that time forgot

We belong to a time that time forgot

for time’s not got no time for us

for time’s a flirt, a tease, a tart

she’s here today, but tomorrow we’ll part

And all our histories written down

will turn to dust and return to the ground

And if we find that great release

And if we feel that moment of peace

And if we think that it may be real

I’ll make this final, lasting, appeal:

Don’t let the bastards, grind you down!

I said, Don’t let the bastards, grind you down!

Poetry With Audio