Ross Hannaman 1969
And then I heard a darker sound
I turned around
But it was gone
They glide across the endless day
As if to say
The time has come
The world had died
And no-one saw
And no-one tried
To see what for
And dipping thru the heavy sky
I caught its eye
It had to smile
And say I shouldn't really mind
They managed fine
For quite a while
I tried to stand
Sank to the floor
A Chinese band
Marched by in fours
They tore the flowers from my hand
And then they ran
To look for more
Hey I hate the picture 1969
Lord I hate the picture 1969
And then I heard the songs they sung
A hundred tongues
Began to shout
And then a panic in the hall
I heard them call
We can't get out
The world had died
They meant it too
And no-one cried
For no-one knew
I took a photo of the night
In black and white
In colours too
Hey I hate the picture 1969
Lord I hate the picture 1969
