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WAKING UP

 

 


 

 

„What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? No! Poems, no less! Poems, everybody!

[classmates laughs]

The laddie reckons himself a poet!“

[reads poem from Pink’s little black book]

‚Money, get back / I’m all right, Jack / Keep your hands off my stack / New car / Caviar / Four-star daydream / Think I’ll buy me a football team.‘

[slams the book onto Pink’s desk]

 

„Absolute rubbish, laddie.“

[whacks him with a ruler, growls at Pink]

 

„Get on with your work.“

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let’s stop running against brickwalls.

Let’s climb over.

Let’s break things, bend rules, dare to imagine, live, be and dream.

 

Let’s collectively quit being:

another brick in the wall*

 


 

credits: pink floyd

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