Lost horizons

by n0madic, posted on Friday, September 24th, 2010 at 2:14 pm

Tags: consumption, music, suburbia, sustainability

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1. n0madic says:

   September 24, 2010 at 2:21 pm

   “Shangri-la” (1969)
   Written by: Ray Davies

   Now that you’ve found your paradise
   This is your Kingdom to command
   You can go outside and polish your car
   Or sit by the fire in your Shangri-la
   Here is your reward for working so hard
   Gone are the lavatories in the back yard
   Gone are the days when you dreamed of that car
   You just want to sit in your Shangri-la

   Put on your slippers and sit by the fire
   You’ve reached your top and you just can’t get any higher
   You’re in your place and you know where you are
   In your Shangri-la
   Sit back in your old rocking chair
   You need not worry, you need not care
   You can’t go anywhere
   Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la

   The little man who gets the train
   Got a mortgage hanging over his head
   But he’s too scared to complain
   ‘Cos he’s conditioned that way
   Time goes by and he pays off his debts
   Got a TV set and a radio
   For seven shillings a week
   Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la

   And all the houses in the street have got a name
   ‘Cos all the houses in the street they look the same
   Same chimney pots, same little cars, same window panes
   The neighbors call to tell you things that you should know
   They say their lines, they drink their tea, and then they go
   They tell your business in another Shangri-la
   The gas bills and the water rates, and payments on the car
   Too scared to think about how insecure you are
   Life ain’t so happy in your little Shangri-la
   Shangri-la, Shangri-la la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

   Put on your slippers and sit by the fire
   You’ve reached your top and you just can’t get any higher
   You’re in your place and you know where you are
   In your Shangri-la
   Sit back in your old rocking chair
   You need not worry, you need not care
   You can’t go anywhere
   Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la

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