... in the past few weeks have been overwhelming; unrest, violence, destruction, nuclear ... and somehow, the line "it's not the news, OK" in Ingrid Olava's song can be so soothing ...
I'm the words you can see when someone asks too much
I'm lights that are flashing I'm strangers passing by
I'm aeroplanes crashing I'm the guy explaining why
But hey hey it's not the news, OK?
So, hey hey, it's not the news
Cause all the headlines bow their heads and say
No there is nothing familiar but you've already been here
If God know no news today
Yet there is nothing familiar but you've already been here anyway
I'm the ink that is drying on pages torn apart
I'm the deer that is dying I'm the bullet in its heart
I am the golden street I am the stench
I am your nosebleed I am the revenge
But hey hey
It's not the news, OK?
So, hey hey, it's not the news
But all the headlines bow their heads and say
No there is nothing familiar but you've already been here
If God know no news today
Yet there is nothing familiar but you've already been here anyway
I've got so many things in my mind you won't believe
