"Here's a true story"
Said someone to me yesterday
Said he'd heard it in a taxi
Must have had him at my mercy
Drown that poor thing put it out of its misery
Condemn it to its future deny its history, deny its history
So where are we going?
We are not ready for drowning
So where are we going?
We are not ready for drowning
Look through my venetian blinds
Dusting the past off my mind
Seeing orange everywhere
I'd go to Patagonia but it's harder there
I'll do anything to prove I care
Fascinated by good destroyed by evil
What is there to believe in
So where are we going?
We're not ready for drowning
So where are we going?
We are not ready for drowning
So where are we going?
We are not ready for drowning
So where are we going?
We are not waving, we're drowning, ooh
Said someone to me yesterday
Said he'd heard it in a taxi
Must have had him at my mercy
Drown that poor thing put it out of its misery
Condemn it to its future deny its history, deny its history
So where are we going?
We are not ready for drowning
So where are we going?
We are not ready for drowning
Look through my venetian blinds
Dusting the past off my mind
Seeing orange everywhere
I'd go to Patagonia but it's harder there
I'll do anything to prove I care
Fascinated by good destroyed by evil
What is there to believe in
So where are we going?
We're not ready for drowning
So where are we going?
We are not ready for drowning
So where are we going?
We are not ready for drowning
So where are we going?
We are not waving, we're drowning, ooh
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God save the queen
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
independent.co.uk/news/uk/this-britain/…
There use to be a Welsh colony in Patagonia (Argentina)
So sayeth Richard Burton.