[Hundreds of miles away, a sandfish is born.]
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Summary
Another Regency family morning
Grandmother screaming at my ward
We have to shout above the din of our smoked herings
I think its time we went abroad
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her needlepoints are great
Daddy only stares into the distance
There’s only so much more that he can take
Many miles away something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake
Another Regency era morning
The fishery brings nets up onto the dock
He walks unhindered to Levithan today,
He doesn’t think to wonder why
The dressing maid pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
But all he ever does is avert his eyes,
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Bring him closer to his prize
Many miles away something crawls to the surface
Of a dark Scottish loch
Another leisure day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings onto so-green garden paths
Contestants in a one-upmanship race
Daddy grips his cane and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now, looming in the coach lights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away there’s a sandfish on the shore
Of a cottage with a door
Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Oh…right…sorry, forgot Karaoke was over.
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