Michael Clulow, Author at Hookist
Michael Clulow

Michael Clulow

Username: Michael

Michael Clulow

Username: Michael
Australia
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  • Brad Roberts

Brad Roberts commented on Michael's lyric:

"how can facts be both simple - which suggests economy of thinking - and clumsy - which suggests the opposite of clarity. good job. thanks for your submission."

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Lyric by Michael:

"With simple clumsy facts floating through our open heads, the stars may be our future but we stay below instead."

Brad Roberts commented on Michael's lyric:

"how can facts be both simple - which suggests economy of thinking - and clumsy - which suggests the opposite of clarity. good job. thanks for your submission."

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Lyric by Michael:

"With simple clumsy facts floating through our open heads, the stars may be our future but we stay below instead."

Brad Roberts commented on Michael's lyric:

"this one ryhmes. even better."

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Lyric by Michael:

"The ground is where you reach up to a sky thats falling down, to a place that we might arrive and ghosts are all but found"

Brad Roberts commented on Michael's lyric:

"nice first try! i think this is your first? thanks for writing. try to rhyme that couplet, friend!"

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Lyric by Michael:

"If I stare up at the stars for long enough I'll get to sleep. But the stars remind me of things that keep me awake at night "

Song Stats

My Lyrics

hookist my lyrics written
  • Brad Roberts
Topic - Sea voayges and exploration
Topic - Demagogues and coercion
Zero Sum Game
Sweating, steaming, pushing forth to the sky. Energy converting in the blink of an eye
Satellites keep spinning, the stars float round above, will us meat sacks down below find out what we're made of?
Satellites keep spin, the stars float round above,
Stars will die, colours fade, light not allowed. But will we rise above it all and make those mothers proud?
And when the time comes for us to live among the stars, spare a thought for those of us who'll never get that far.
Through the air we'll savour what's to come, just a whiff, when the old and grey will say "Too much to smell, no time to sniff".
With simple clumsy facts floating through our open heads, the stars may be our future but we stay below instead.
The ground is where you reach up to a sky thats falling down, to a place that we might arrive and ghosts are all but found
If I stare up at the stars for long enough I'll get to sleep. But the stars remind me of things that keep me awake at night

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