Song -- Through the Net

Song -- Through the Net

A Poem by Elliot Hughes

Through the Net

 

 

There are people with hearts, that don’t wanna lose ‘em,

Need to escape, escape the confusion,

Some need to hold on to the illusion,

Don’t wanna be spoiled by what they don’t know yet.

 

I don’t know the answer, I don’t know the question,

I can’t find a teacher who can find me a lesson,

Excuse me sir; excuse me ma’am; I’m looking for the Wise Man.

I don’t have a purpose, but my mind is set.

 

So I sailed the sea, and I scoured the sand,

I walked through fire, I went to distant lands.

One day I found a boy with a gun in his hand,

He told me how to look for the Wise Man

(He told me)

 

Chorus

Climb with the man on the mountain top,

Walk with the captive learning to fly,

Talk with the blind man looking for angels,

Find the lonely mother and her children’s fables,

Ask them how they slipped through the net,

Ask them how they slipped through the net.

 

I’m scared of a circle, a ring closing ‘round me.

I don’t wanna find that it’s already found me,

A cycle of bitterness, resentment and fury,

I’m scared of losing love, ‘cause it’s easy to judge.

 

I learnt to talk, to make connections,

Found the people not used to detection,

Excuse me sir; excuse me ma’am; I’m looking for the Wise Man.

I found a new path through the grime and the mud.

 

And I walked through alleyways, found openings in walls,

I searched in the shadows that were hiding in the halls,

Until a figure in grey came out to meet my call,

The Wise Man was watching and he’d seen it all,

(Seen me)

 

Chorus

Climb with the man on the mountain top,

Walk with the captive learning to fly,

Talk with the blind man looking for angels,

Find the lonely mother and her children’s fables,

Ask them how they slipped through the net,

Ask them how they slipped through the net.

 

There’s a bottom rung, there’s a broken ladder,

If you’re not already up, slipping down is faster,

The high stay high, and the mad get madder,

But there’s people walking underneath who can’t even see.

 

I was shown a path that led between two lifelines,

Walked half in the day, walked half in the night-time.

Excuse me sir; excuse me ma’am; I’m looking for the Wise Man.

I found that the Wise Man was following me.

(And we)

 

Chorus

Climbed with the man on the mountain top,

Walked with the captive learning to fly,

Talked with the blind man looking for angels,

Found the lonely mother and her children’s fables,

They asked us how it was in the net,

Asked us how to get into the net.

 

 

© 2009 Elliot Hughes


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Author

Elliot Hughes
Elliot Hughes

Manchester, United Kingdom



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