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Just stopped by to say
hello.
You remembered me.
Always.
242D
It is just a place; a
symbolic one.
How do we choose to think
about it?
What 242D represents?
Does it represent our
collective failures
for you and me and all of
us
who called you a friend …
your friends who failed
to recognize the pain
within you?
Or is it a symbolic place
for
those who care
or once cared
or should have cared
to come; to gather; to
remember
and celebrate your
memory?
If we extend our hand in
friendship
do we become our
brother’s keeper?
Does it require a greater
commitment?
242D
Do we turn our backs and
say,
“Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh
whoa with us.”
“You failed us; we failed
you.”
And then, of course it
goes …
“Ashes to ashes; dust to
dust.”
It is something for each
of
who touched your life to
think about.
242D … what does it
represent?
Have a tune for you today
…
“You're
not your brother's keeper, now
Your brother's on his own”
And so you were last June … so alone, so all alone.
… enjoy.
Ladies and gents, fold your tents, cos we have a winner
Come see your Jane try to train every devil in her
There's not a man alive who could tame this creature
You better leave the professor behind, see what time will teach her
And when we've all collected a spectacular sum
We'll get a little glimpse of the disaster to come
You can justify what happens then
Cos how could you have known
Leave the dust to dust and say "amen"
Put "sorry" on the stone
You're not your brother's keeper, now
Your brother's on his own
That's how the seeds of avarice are sown
Shit's just a trick and each week's full of compromises
She'll push for a fish like a seal clapping for its prizes
There's not a man alive who could wake this sleeper
Oh, tie the rope, hide the dope, sure's there's hope, but denial's cheaper
And when we've all collected a spectacular sum
We'll get a Holy Roller in to rattle the drum
You can justify what happens then
Cos how could you have known
Leave the dust to dust and say "amen"
Put "sorry" on the stone
You're not your brother's keeper, now
Your brother's on his own
That's how the seeds of avarice are sown
And after the fail, you can wail as they drag the lever
Silence the band, wring the hand that you didn't give her
And every man alive has to sign a waiver
To put a coin in the plate so that fate won't return the favour
You can justify, oh yes you can
You've got the microphone
Tell them dust is dust and men are men
And men all act alone
You're not your brother's keeper, now
Your brother's on his own
That's how the seeds of avarice are sown
