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Tongue-in-cheek, based on an actual dinner occasion. The event made me realise yet again how important it is to stop often and smell the flowers at our feet. (-: Music/arrangement/vocals: Billy Playle Lyric: Donna Devine

Blah-blah Blah-blah Blah-blah V1 I came to the table in anticipation Eager for the give and take Of dinner conversation A book, a film, a piece of news But it was quickly clear The only views to be expressed Among the group of four Would not be very topical But largely philosophical So once we?d passed the salad A dialogue began And though the meal was lovely When I remember what I can It?s? Chorus 1 Blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah Blah-blah ground of being Blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah Knowing without seeing Blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah Blah-blah Eckhart Tolle Blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah Universe grown smaller V2 The third guest was quiet, sat cradling her chin I slipped her a quiet wink She answered with a grin Everything we?d heard before Rushed in to fill the space As if the door to insight Among the group of four Could not include things topical But only philosophical So once we?d passed the salad A dialogue began And though the meal was lovely When I remember what I can It?s? Chorus 2 Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Blah blah transcendental Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Blah-blah elemental Blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah blah Transluscent revolution Blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah blah Spiritual evolution Soon my eyes grew heavy as the dialogue droned I should have been impressed The list of words was finely honed Retrocognition Psychic birth Paradigm shift A new earth Pain body Cosmic Christ Byron Katie Geopathic Downward pull Harmonic convergence Gaia?s emergence Bridge As the chicken ratatouille Cooled in the pot And the chardonnay warmed In the bottle I looked to the open balcony in silence Where twilight had begun to bruise In colours of love or of violence And the silvery leaves of a poplar Twisted in the soft wind That would usher in rain And by morning the world Would smell fresh and new again But in the meantime it was... Chorus 3 Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Blah-blah transcendental Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Blah-blah elemental Blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah blah Transluscent revolution Blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah blah Spiritual evolution Outro Then I turned and smiled at the speakers Wondering how long it would last Till the chattering jaybird of knowledge Would reach a dead end After flying in narrowing circles Up its own tiny ass © Donna Devine x