Inspiration!

Mr P and his three-faced embassy

Walk hand in hand to a human parliament

Chanting, ‘we got qualms with the rich

Qualms with the ill, qualms with the poor.'

Chanting, ‘we got qualms with the young

Qualms with the old, qualms with the poor.’

To murmured agreement

The house sat, struck still

In silent attentive frenzy until:

‘Throw your arms,' he says, ‘up in an ecstasy

And dance, white men, dance and repeat after me:

It's now law that: one equals two

One equals three, one equals four

Now you’re getting it!

Praise unto me and let it be seen

I am your Lord.'

‘But what do we call you?'

Came the voice of the interlocutor

‘One, one, one, one call me Inspiration!'

Inspiration! Praise the name

Inspiration! You came again

Mr P's six hundred and fifty-three faced embassy

Dance, dance, dance up to the edge of the sea

‘To hurl yourself,' he proclaims, ‘off the promontory

Is to take my name in a meaningful reverie.'

A dissenter shouts, ‘wait a second

We're not the young, we’re not the old, we’re not the poor

Anyway, my arm's getting sore

One, two, three, four let’s all go home.'

Mr P was left alone

‘Say what? Come again

Say what? Come again

Say what? Come again

I'm Inspiration

But I came again

But I came again

But I came again

No one want some inspiration?'

Mr P is left stranded on a coastal jut of white rock

With Jesus, Zeus and a handful of sun gods

Waiting, watching as the tide rolls in

Going down into culture, drowning in and under all the culture

Going down, going down, into the sea, drowning in all this eternity

If the earth feels small, throw yourself from a high wall

And watch as the ground grows tall

‘We’re dropping like flies, what's the plan?

Look up boys, see what we could've won.'

As we live, so we die, give it time

Take the coins off your eyes, none survive

Men are words, lives are lines, allay a life

As we live as we die, no one needs us to survive

As we live so we die, no one needs us to survive

Take the coins off your eyes, no one needs us to survive

Men are words, lives are lines, no one needs us to survive

And we live then we die, no one needs us to survive

Inspiration! Praise the name

Inspiration! You came again

Inspiration! Praise the name

Inspiration! Don't come again