Pete Atkin sings
An Array Of Passionate Lovers

by Clive James and Pete Atkin,
from The Road Of Silk

[Much more at www.peteatkin.com]
LYRIC:
The troops of love are pulling out
You can see it from the air
A slow retreat you couldn't call a rout
But they're whispering what they used to shout
And even the stoned have a thoughtful stare
There there there there
It's all over
The children of the dream are coming home

          You'll have to run in special lines
          To call the next of kin
          Get the blankets off the trucks
          Hang the plasma bottles on the hooks
          The revolution's coming in

The troops of love are falling back
From the high ground to the plain
And a loaf of bread in a polythene sack
Costs a whole dime bag of uncut smack
And many a coaster gapes with the pain
Of needle-tracks into every vein
When that faithful nail reaches breaking strain
The main line is never the same again
There there there there
It's all over
The children of the dream are coming home

          That big-mouthed dude in the flash duds
          Preached fighting in the streets
          But the crowd of kids held an angel with a knife
          Who carved himself a slice of another guy's life
          And the blooms of blood unfolded from the buds
          And the bad karma came down in sheets
          And the troops of love got wise, they were paying
          Too much for their seats

The troops of love are pulling out
You can see it from the air
A slow retreat you couldn't call a rout
But they're whispering what they used to shout
And even the stoned have a thoughtful stare
And they all wear blood-knots in their hair
There there there there
It's all over
The children of the dream are coming home