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It's Getting Old

from Mongrels by Fraser Ross

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The checker-board of wisdom for the ball in fancy dress
The fairy-tale spins but they only caught the dress
They heard that the driveway has new markers, and the hoods were out last night
But there ain’t too many ribbons for the ride

Just a bingo-hall of numbers on the living-room floor
Where all the draughts came in cos a foot is stuck in the door
Must be that paper that came spinning from the paper-mans hand
Chasing birds: counting themselves into sand

It’s getting old

House prices are rising, and the banks are at the door
Either you’ve not been paying or they hope you want some more
I hope they put it in the paper with a slant but not the gist
Cos if it’s actually important you gotta do the twist

Like the periscope of captions that spy a trawler full of fish
Missing half the dolphins, yeah, but they caught the rest
They heard that the roads have turned to cobwebs and the glass-houses to ice
Cos when you’re real far away it’s really hard to realise
It’s not a pie, it’s just a slice

It’s getting old

rag, rag, rag,
still the paper come

There’s a young African man laying slumped in a crimson palm
With teeth-marks in his neck, and a drip hung from his arm
He must have walked the wrong way in Bretton woods yesterday
O O O and the headline say:
He was a terrorist that would not change
Cos to the writer: it was just a task in the wage
For the editor: a little file for the world page,
And for the shareholders: a little return on their change
But to his daughter: he was the father that did not stay
To his mother: he was the baby that she raised
To his wife: he was the lover for whom she prayed
To his prayers: he was a soul, a good soul to be saved
To his soul: he was a wind in the change
But to the wind: he was a newspaper in the rain
Going grey,

Getting old
It’s getting old
Not getting old
It’s getting old

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from Mongrels, released January 7, 2015

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