To all the duties I have to face today,
the meals I have to eat,
the tasks to be dusted on the desk,
all the worries that never seem to fade,
GO GET CANCELLED!
A woman needs to refresh her face,
A man, his pocket and guilt,
A child, his toys and foolish dreams.
Such things ought cleansing and probably killing and resurrecting.
So to this day, I say: GO GET CANCELLED!
There are songs to be repeated
but today, it’s the quiet I want to hear.
Off the seashore, out of the streets,
heavens away from the cities,
yes, many heavens away from the cities!
holding onto the little things that fool me to think I’ve been okay,
“GO GET CANCELLED!”, that I always hear these days.
And yet, a day like this,
and all the days yet to come and go,
well, they never get cancelled.
and people love to do it to themselves.