Gaz World by Humble

He writes what he sees, and what he sees is pretty bleak
He pulls out of the sludge mud what he believes we ought to keep
Nobody asked him to do it but we’re sure glad that he does
A morbid fascination we listen wearing gloves

A toxic camel hide town and the broken sawdust people
Everybody there is poisoned, even the churches have crooked steeples
The sun-scorched dirt farm and the suburban middle crass
Not what you’d call beatific but our flag’s always half mast

I visit and I recognise the furniture
But I wouldn’t want to live there
Joseph Conrad would have loved you
Laureate for the unseen land

Remind me again and this time make it urgent
Some sing what they want You howl what is turgid
Remind me again and this time make it seething
Some sing what they want You howl till we’re bleeding

I recognise the landscape
But I don’t want to live there
William Blake would have loved you
Consulate for the unheard sand
I visit when I’m down there, it resonates
But I sure don’t want to live here
Sidney Nolan would have loved you
Surrogate for the bleached white land
I visit and I recognise the furniture
But I wouldn’t want to live there
Joseph Conrad would have loved you
Laureate for the unseen land

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