The Sermon In The Night

An owl calls through the darkness
Like a church bell ringing,
Preaching fom a pulpit
Out there in the trees.
“To to to to to whoo,
Listen you, alone in a house,
Suspended in  a bed,
Flying through space and time,
Held by something huge and beautiful
Called nature by the faithful,
I am the wild intelligence
That gives you birth,
I am the grandeur and intricacy of life on earth;
I am the priest of the night
Calling you to serve creation.

4x4

We used to go marching 2x2
When we went to war:
But now we're at war with nature
We go marching 4x4.

I’m like Jeremy Clarkson
I’m above the law,
When I go for a walk in the mountains
I go in 4x4.

We used to go marching 2x2
but now we go 4x4.
We don’t care if the oil runs out
we’re going to burn some more.

Don’t talk to me about rules
Rules are there to ignore;
My carpenter used to use 3x2
I make him use 4x4

The animals went in 2x2
We always go 4x4
Then we’ll have some bloody great floods
Worse than ever before.

You see some pathetic cars on the road
but look at my 4x4:
Cars should be like tanks
to drive like you’re going to war.

You’ve got a car I see
but I’ve got a 4x4:
You’re destroying the planet
but I’m destroying it more.

I don’t care if the planet is wrecked,
Nature is such a bore;
Things go extinct one by one
Make that 4x4.

Some people like to tell us
We shouldn’t drive 4x4s;
We’re free to drive any car we want
As long as its bigger than yours.

Cars are our self expression
And we love my 4x4s;
You say to me “Be green”
I say to you “Up yours”.

So now I’m off to the shops,
I won’t be walking for sure;
I’ll leave you with a cloud of exhaust
And a lovely powerful roar.