Hello, dear friends.
This evening we thought we would share with you a little tune we have been performing a great deal on the city streets. It seemed to resonate with a lot of listeners which brought huge smiles to our faces, and we do hope you enjoy it too.
The concept of this song came to me whilst sitting in a cafe, lunching with a couple of friends. I was struck by the fact that there was once a time when our table was full of chocolate milkshakes topped with whipped cream & colourful sprinkles; mouth-watering burgers with a side of chilli cheese fries. There are so very many happy memories of sugar-induced laughter and silliness that come to mind.
These days, our luncheon consisted of low-fat milk coffees and small salads. I could not recall when this transition had taken place. Was it gradual? A simultaneous decision the three of us had made at the point of adulthood?
I do not remember having a say in such a decision. And this troubled me.
I walk along city streets throughout the week and am intrigued by the fact that every man in his expensive suit and tie was once a little boy, dirty and sweaty from a game of football on a hot Sunday afternoon. Every woman with her face caked in makeup to hide supposed 'flaws', nibbling on her lunchtime salad miserably, was once dancing around her room to Bruce Springsteen with friends - a half-eaten bag of Doritos chips and an empty bottle of Coca Cola lying on the bed.
At some point, society decided that once we have lived a certain number of years, we must decidedly become 'adults' and live a very different life to the one experienced during childhood. And I guess I recently concluded that I disagree. Wholeheartedly. Do not get me wrong, friends, for there are indeed times in this life that require maturity.
But I suppose what I am trying to say through this song is.. order the damn milkshake. Because I promise, it does not lose it's sweetness the older you grow.
Sending our love to you on this rainy winter's night,
Where Did All The Children Run?
Music & Lyrics by The Fergies
Soy latte, Painted face
Dinner left upon a porcelain plate
Ribbon thin, Cheshire Grin
Born to win the counting game
Paper doll with your wrinkled skin
What cha stressin' 'bout, honey? Everything.
Well, I ain't a saint so I cannot preach
But I have learnt so I will teach
Where did all the children run?
Do you recall when we were young?
What's it gonna take to find 'em out?
Where did all the children run?
Too early, Suit and tie
Smokin', chokin' on your chemical lives
Monday, Hell to pay
Take me back to the glory days
Well, I'll tell you what you need to hear
They're now not yesteryear
Be a time to act your number, son
But deep down be forever young
And all the ones who sell their souls for gold
They're not your heroes, They're not your heroes
All the ones who give more than they take
They'll save the day, They'll save the day
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