In the Soviet Union a scientist
is blinded
By the resumption of nuclear
testing and he is reminded
That Dr Robert Oppenheimer's
optimism fell
At the flrst hurdle
In the Cheese Pavilion and
the only noise I hear
Is the sound of people stacking
chairs
And mopping up spilt beer
And someone asking questions
and basking in the light
Of the fifteen fame filled
minutes of the fanzine writer
Mixing Pop and Politics he
asks me what the use is
I offer him embarrassment
and my usual excuses
While looking down the corridor
Out to where the van is waiting
I'm looking for the Great
Leap forwards
Jumble sales are organised
and pamphlets have been posted
Even after closing time there's
still parties to be hosted
You can be active with the
activists
Or sleep in with the sleepers
While you're waiting for the
Great Leap Forwards
One leap forwards, two leaps
back
Will politics get me the sack?
Here comes from the future
and you can't run from it
If you've got a blacklist
I want to be on it
It's a mighty long way down
rock 'n roll
From Top of the Pops to drawing
the dole
If no one seems to understand
Start your own revolution,
cut out the middleman
In a perfect world we'd all
sing in tune
But this is reality so give
me some room
So join the struggle while
you may
The Revolution is just a t-shirt
away
Waiting for the Great Leap
Forwards
Waiting for the Great Leap
Forwards
(repeat)
Marco Giunco |
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