Entrenched behaviour
Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 10:07 am
There was an article in the news that Councils are running out of
cemetery space and are thinking of burying coffins upright.
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When I am laid in earth,
am laid in earth,
planted upright to save space
due to a dearth of graveyard space,
the back of someone's head stuck in my face,
will I complain?
No. It's a stance that men have learned
from birth -
stiff upper lip and shoulders back,
standing in a shield wall,
with muskets in thin red rank and file,
waiting in trenches for the dawn attack.
Even those that made it back from WW2
crowded through turnstiles,
onto North Banks, Stretford Ends and Sheds,
rehearsing loudly for when they're dead.
Original version
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When I am laid in earth,
am laid in earth,
planted upright to save space
due to a dearth of graveyard space,
the back of someone's head stuck in my face,
will I complain?
No. It's a position men know
only too well -
standing in a shield wall,
or with muskets in rank and file,
or waiting in trenches for the dawn attack,
getting in some practice.
Even those that made it through WW2
crowded through turnstiles,
onto North Banks, Stretford Ends and Sheds,
rehearsing loudly for when they're dead.
cemetery space and are thinking of burying coffins upright.
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When I am laid in earth,
am laid in earth,
planted upright to save space
due to a dearth of graveyard space,
the back of someone's head stuck in my face,
will I complain?
No. It's a stance that men have learned
from birth -
stiff upper lip and shoulders back,
standing in a shield wall,
with muskets in thin red rank and file,
waiting in trenches for the dawn attack.
Even those that made it back from WW2
crowded through turnstiles,
onto North Banks, Stretford Ends and Sheds,
rehearsing loudly for when they're dead.
Original version
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When I am laid in earth,
am laid in earth,
planted upright to save space
due to a dearth of graveyard space,
the back of someone's head stuck in my face,
will I complain?
No. It's a position men know
only too well -
standing in a shield wall,
or with muskets in rank and file,
or waiting in trenches for the dawn attack,
getting in some practice.
Even those that made it through WW2
crowded through turnstiles,
onto North Banks, Stretford Ends and Sheds,
rehearsing loudly for when they're dead.