The Crowd Songtext

Lord unbind my feet

let me mingle with the good people we meet

water rising up into the street

unbind my feet



'The apparition of these faces in the crowd;

petals on a wet black bough'

Ezra Pound found the formula

our houses are rectangular
but life is curved not angular

so when things start to strangular

remember

rain still falls on the halls of power

new babies being born every hour

and the eagle keeps watch on the old

clock tower

over me. . .



On the train I refrain from sitting with

head and shoulders bowed

they told me time is of the essence

no wandering allowed

but then I saw a pretty girl

whos features stood out in the crowd

went ten minutes past my stop waiting for

her to look around

I'm just another clown kicking around in

Melbourne town

cooling out, relaxing watching the

world go round

so if you ever have the time

and you want to go drink some wine

I'd rather greet you with a smile

than greet you with a frown. . .



Lord unchain my hands

let me sing inside the crowded trams

let me dance among the traffic jams

we're going to sleep

on the St Kilda sands



Lord unbind my feet

let me mingle with the good people

we meet

water rising up into the street

unbind my feet