sort of inspired by a kid I went to school with... he was the bloke everyone ignored, no matter what he had to say... it's not about him, but just inspired. The title is a bit of play on the phrase 'fly on the wall', observing but not getting involved.
On The Wall
There he sits, man of his own making
All that he's offered has been taken
And yet he sits all alone
If he talks, there's no one to listen
No matter what the wisdom to be glistened
The people pass him by
And see him, Fridays alone
Footy on the tube
And see him, balancing it all
With nothing at all to lose
A crowded office on Monday morning
And none of them there saw all the warning
To busy ignoring the man
A casual word about the footy ignored
By a man who works for the award
Of the money and his friends
And all it would take
Is someone to say ‘hey,'
To see him totter back, balancing again
To see out another day
And see him, Fridays alone
Footy on the tube
And see him, balancing it all
With nothing to lose
Another day and there's something missing
Someone asks and then there's the reminiscing
Of a man they never knew
And see him…
i sat down with a friend and played this and she suggested a few changes here and there... so any advice would be greatly appreciated
lois: 'Chris, women are not objects!'
peter: 'Your mother's right son, listen to what it says.'
