Go Fishing

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The Paper Chase - Rock

Go Fishing

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We set out in the spring With a trunk full of books about everything About solar devices And how nice natural childbirth is We cut down some trees And I threw our ideals Through the forest glade We dammed up the stream And the kids cooled their heels At a fishing pool we made We held hands, exchanged bands And I practically lived off the land And you adopted a fox cub Whose mother was somebody's coat You fed him by hand And then you snuggled him down In the grandfather bed while I wrote We grew our own maize And I only occasionally went into town To stock up on antibiotics And shells for that shotgun that I keep around I told the kids stories while you worked your loom And the sun went down sooner each day Then the leaves all turned brown The crops, they fell down And it was over As the first snowflakes fell I had a feeling all was not well in the camp The kids caught bronchitis The space heater ran out of diesel One weekend a friend from the East God damn his soul Stole your heart So I said "Fuck it then We'll take the kids back to town And maybe I'll see you around" And so, leaving our hopes and dreams To the wind and the rain Taking only our stash Left our litter, I left our trash And set out on the road again (Again, on the road again)

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Credits

Writers
  • Roger Waters