Jah Lush Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > > "The Trees" > > I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & > it died without a sound. > Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves > & > no-one saw us but the trees. > Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the > air that I am breathing. > Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never > said that you were leaving. > I carved your name with a heart just up above - > now swollen, > distorted, unrecognisable; like our love. > The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay > are the incense at the funeral procession here, > today. > In the trees, those useless trees, etc. > You try to shape the world to what you want the > world to be. > Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you > back to me. > Oh no, no I might as well go & tell it to the > trees. > Go & tell it to the trees, yeah. That truly is a great song. Most underappreciated I have always thought. Where are we going to put all the trees then, if not in the streets? What will the dogs (snd some toddlers I have known) wee on?