Spirogyra - Jungle Lore lyrics

In the Western World I wake my days, look at the world How it laughs at a man who can have no place Put on a smile, into the streets How they ache for the smell of a sunny field But still machines, they grind And life is harder now than it has been before They say you're mad, look at the wealth In the western world for a boy with brains Please come with us, we'll buy your soul With the privilege of a chosen few And so machines, they grind And life is harder now than it has been before Jungle Lore We came away from the sea There was you, there was me, there were others We made a home on the land Where we found we could stand in the sunlight Nearly there, nearly there We fought for life in the gap Where we found we'd a knack for survival All forms of life were controlled They were bought, they were sold, they were smothered Nearly there, nearly there If life is a plight in a jungle fight Must we now turn on our brothers? If life is a case of strong and weak Will the strong now devour all the others? Or themselves? There is no room anymore Nowhere left to escape, no evasion There is no choice anymore We must now learn to live with each other Or implode, or implode If life is a plight in a jungle fight Must we now turn on our brothers? If life is a case of strong and weak Will the strong now devour all the others? Or themselves? Hey look at the race: I wonder who is winning? I wonder if they know it doesn't mean a thing? Hey look at the pace: Stability is spinning But then it doesn't matter to a clown A clown Coming Back A knight in arms, a knight in dark As he turns we are digested A face lit up, beyond despairing This voice that was rejected Give it back to the shores of Albion Where the mills were first abused Give it back to the folk in search of hope Give it back the will to live A strange recluse, this thought elusive We cheated with excuses Amid the rush of evil forces Abusing our resources Coming back the tide that can't be stopped The wheels that always roll Coming back beyond the eyes of greed Coming back inside your soul A nearer man was never feared Than the one who is within you The voice you heard before you died As your mind was most receptive Coming back from below through all these years At last I hear the bells Coming back with winds that fill the sails Of rags, defeat and fools Coming back the tide that can't be stopped The wheels that always roll Coming back with winds to fill the sails Of rags, defeat and fools Western World Reprise instrumental