Oblivious from Oblivious by Mick Blake

Oblivious

What does it take to make you angry?
Where is the line that can't be crossed?
Sold out, taken in, yet blindly
You do it all again
Fuel that gravy train
Oblivious, oblivious

You stay in your tribe and you stand by your man
Then he's whipped into line for some great masterplan
Stuck in a spiral, still fighting an old civil war
The men and the women of 1916
Risked their lives for a national dream
A century later what was it all for?

Hear their voices down the decades calling out to you
"All that we dreamed of and died for
Squandered by scoundrels and fools"
And this is the best we can?

What does it take to make you angry?
Where is the spark that lights your flame?
Sold out, taken in, yet blindly
You do it all again
Fuel that gravy train
Oblivious, oblivious

And when they give all that you treasure away for a pittance
And banish your children to toil on a rich foreign shore
When they prey on the weak, bow to the ones who have plenty
They know that you'll follow as blindly as you did before

Imagine a nation where people are free
Not slaves to some gombeen man economy
Sold into bondage one ill-fated September night,
Where smooth talking sleeveens don't spin and pretend
Their promises not just a means to an end
And justice just isn't what's legal, it's also what's right

But the King of Islandeady echoes the cries of the clown
Heaps pain on the sick and the needy
To soften the Ice-maiden's frown
And we take it all lying down

What does it take to make you angry?
Where is the call that wakes you up?
Sold out, taken in, yet blindly
You do it all again
Fuel that gravy train
Oblivious, oblivious
Oblivious, oblivious

• Folk
• political
• protest
• singer-songwriter
• Leitrim Village