The Sound of the Seagulls

by Dwite Fry   Aug 14, 2008


The sounds of the seagulls is still the same
Ss the first time I heard them the first time we came
But the place is so cold and hollow now
A rich atmosphere has grown still and stale

Now eyes that looked on this place as a child
Look as a consenting adult and they grow wild

I saw this place in it's prime
And I watched it decay
Then I sew them knock it all down
And rebuild everything away

There were sideshows at the back when the ghost train still ran
You came out for fresh air not carpet with no smoking ban
But every year the fair got smaller and the spa got larger
As if in time to the priority shift from Lilo to Mobile charger

Now eyes that looked on this place as a child
Look as a consenting adult and they grow wild

I saw this place in it's prime
And I watched it decay
Then I sew them knock it all down
And rebuild everything away

Now in an all-in-one complex playing a muzak dirge
A life time of memories destroyed by a best interests merge
Anyone who comes now won't find anything special
Just another Funworks for five hours of petrol

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