Current location:	Sydney
Current mood:	aggravated
Current music:	Eylend Oye

Dia-Tribe
Cest Sur' 

Our weather is revolting against 
the Man about Town.

The flying things are circling
our city
to-night long

and all I can think of is,
imagine how must fuel they're wasting.

I picture what it's like up there 
throning on that seat.
"Is it hard to stay up in such a sky tonight?"

What soundtrack strokes his cock-pit
and accompanies the time?

Are there receptions for his line that high? 
Is he drunk on messages from short skirts
adoring such Strident Masculinity

"Does it entertain You entitled to such a 
task
        of Protection."

"Do You feel part of the Chosen Few now and
Tell me really; 
How much does it cost to stay up that long?

And what happens when you come down? "

                                                             
                                                                           - When thinking of someone whose job it is right now in such a 

Task of Protection