Pete Atkin sings
Landscapes

by Clive James and Pete Atkin,
from The Lakeside Sessions, Vol.2

[Much more at www.peteatkin.com]

LYRIC:

There are landscapes for an old affair
Full of stuff we pay no mind
Such and such
Little things that don't add up to much
A coinbox for the blind

There are landscapes for an old affair
Crowded as you could wish to find
Bric-a-brac that broke
But no-one wants his money back
The toys we left behind

There are landscapes for an old affair
But where are the landmarks for the new?
There are handbooks on how not to care
But where are the words for when you do?
And why are they so few?
Why oh why, why are they so few?

There are landscapes for an old affair
But where is the language for the new?

There are landscapes for an old affair
But where, where is the language for the new?