Nuts in May Page #9

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and pretend to be fire

and water and wind.

Yes, different elements.

Yes, that's right,

sort of expressing the music.

Yes. It's a shame

when we reach adulthood,

the way we lose that childlike wonder

in the elements, the universe,

the joy of life.

(GUITAR STRINGS HUMMING)

-Listen to that, Keith.

-What?

Isn't that lovely, the guitar?

Oh, yes, it's playing itself.

It's just the wind,

just drifting through.

Sort of really magic sound, isn't it?

Yes, in harmony with the birds.

# Black smoke, crisp bags,

detergent in the river

# Cigarette smoke, it makes me choke

# Litter makes me shiver

# Rubbish tips, broken cars,

lamps that are no use

# Bottles, cans or frying pans

# Anything of no use

# Use it up, throw it away

# Or drop it on the floor

# It's all right, chuck it out

# We've no use for it any more

# Black smoke, crisp bags,

detergent in the river

# Cigarette smoke, it makes me choke

# Litter makes me shiver

# Don't preserve it, just let it die

# Human beings, too

# Let them decay

# Or give them away

# Doesn't matter what you do

# Black smoke, crisp bags,

detergent in the river

# Cigarette smoke, it makes me choke

# Litter makes me shiver

# Rubbish tips, broken cars

# Lamps that are no use

# Bottles, cans or frying pans

# Anything of no use

# Use it up, throw it away

# Drop it on the floor

# It's all right, chuck it out

# I've no use for it any more #

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