| Stave Off The Evil Day
Lyric by Clive James, music by Pete Atkin
They read the Sunday papers on the lawn
The kids have lost a softball in the garden
Another child is coming to be born
And out of sight his feeble outlines harden:
They might fly Frisbee in the afternoon
And then a meal, and then the waxing moon.
I'd like to know a better way
Of staving off the evil day
When time and death call me away.
And somewhere else the crops rise to the sun
That fell to make the bread they'll eat on Monday
And somewhere else a rebel's on the run
And everything he is will stop this Sunday:
The midges come to die against your skin
Roll up the rug, it's time they went back in.
I'd like to know a better way
Of staving off the evil day
When time and death call me away.
They're side by side with just a single sheet
To cover them until the Monday morning
And out of sight the kid stirs in the heat
From tiny tom-toms comes a word of warning:
He rides towards the world without a care
The little fool, he can't wait to be there.
I'd like to know a better way
Of staving off the evil day
When time and death call me away.
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