Pile on the pressure
Power to the people
Cross the T's, and dot the eyes
I'm blindsided by this indifference
To the countryside
Along came a giant striding
Jack was out milking his cow
His magic beans they needed dividing
But nobody really knew how
Yet he dropped them in the garden and
Overnight they grew
A giant bean stork
That reached up to the sky of blue
And they marched these Angels of energy with wings out
spread
These Atlases of wires carrying their skipping ropes in stead
Walking the rope bridge
The tight rope line
To bring power to the people
Time after time
Some say they are moths
Waiting for the right moon
To unfold their wings
And take flight
Up into a burning light
Like Icarus who fell
They will never quite touch the sun
That travels along their poles
These cold white giants
Will hum like tubular bells
And fill the levels with their Angelic singing tones
Their nuclear hymns
And ringing carols
Of Christmas tree lights
And Fairy spells
Whose homes they have trod on
And angered in dells
And dips and alcoves, hillocks and streams
And if you touch them at night
They may harvest your dreams
But Jack the giant slayer is not afraid
Pylon the pressure he said, he says
I will lift up my axe and fell the great trunk
And the giants will fall from the sky like drunks
Wrinkly crinkly Hinkley will wrap
And shrivel up like a crumpled crisp packet
Under the imploding electrical surge
And outage will shout "Age" for all concerned
And Youth will not tumble, youth will not burn
And the sun will keep shining until we have learned
That we cannot eat star dust
Or travel to space
That our planet is dying
And we must make haste
For the flowers in the field yet bloom
And I think I have heard a sonic boom
As we planned the future
But it decided itself
These are the best laid plans
Of mice and men
