steampunk

For no reason I can fathom, I have become enchanted with the look of steampunk fashion. Not sure why really, you have to admit it is rather bizzare, but maybe it stems from my early readings of Moorcock's "Warlord of the Air"... sigh, I miss those reinvented days!

Tank Man...

Sung to the tune of "Suffragette City" (with apologies to David Bowie)

Tank man… just leave us alone, you know
Tank man… We say get off the road, I gotta
Tank man… I gotta straighten my gun
This young and brave man just showed the world we're no fun

Tank man… we block the internet
Tank man… no view but the governments
Tank man… we'll just shoot you blam blam
You said you have to free me but we… and then we…

Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the sentence
In a prison cell, darkly
Oh don't lean on me man, cause you ain't got time to check out
Our prison cells, darkly

You're outta sight… and that's alright

Tank man… oh we say no democracy, go away
Tank man… We will break you, you see, okay
Tank man… hey your fame is worldwide
But not in our town and not on our side, here we come

Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the sentence
In a prison cell, darkly
Oh don't lean on me man, cause you ain't got time to check out
Our prison cells, darkly

You're outta sight… and that's alright

In a prison cell, darkly
Our prison cells, darkly
In a prison cell, darkly
Our prison cells, darkly
In a prison cell, darkly
Our prison cells, darkly

AHHHHHH.... WHAM BAM THANK YOU MAN!


Take a moment... and wish for things that could have been.