Baring Head

Following my resignation, down at Baring Head

Gone all the laughter, a rapid

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turned disaster

Despite all good intent.

Would I do it differently if it came around again?

Cause your kind always leave us high and dry

when there’s storm clouds ahead.

They made each change by the book, they’d done it all before.

Three times and each time it got to hurt a little more.

They never learnt to apologise, they just said that they

empathised

but despite their great privilege they could only patronise.

But art stops for no

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one, yes it rolls on with the intensity of a blazing sun.

Re

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advertised the places that we’d held before

For every dollar that they saved, well, they forgot t

he cause

True art only needs the air that we breath

And no rich man’s money can take that away from me.

Cause art stops for no

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one, yes it rolls on with the intensity of a blazing sun.

Let the dam burst this time, the water flood out the great divide

Let

nothing override our reason.

Up on the hill, under the lighthouse

The wind blows steady, as it does

Down at Baring Head