The Tenementals - The Owl of Minerva

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[Verse 1] The Owl of Minerva takes flight at dusk From the Finnieston Crane she flies East Agricola's Clota the half light Where the rapids of revolution Give way to the river banks of financialisation Mungo's children lie in slumber In ballrooms of pleasure and bars of L Silent forges of production She comes to settle on a red road in ruin She ponders What will rise from these broken bricks of utopia? New futures, new presents, or new pasts? And still the river flows [Verse 2] The Owl of Minerva takes flight at dusk From the Finnieston Crane she flies West Colonial gardens Bourgeois baths Boulevards great and western Four story tenemental Sandstones red and blonde Georgian terraces Parks of circus Kelvin Bridges The three judges Stones of Arlington stitched by Polish tailors In halls of oriental residence She comes to settle on a flagpole of learning She ponders If the past is simply random, not systematic motion Why does it always settle into patterns of scarcity and oppression? And still the river flows [Verse 3] The Owl of Minerva takes flight at dusk From the Finnieston Crane she flies South Gorbals teens Glasgow greens Housing schemes expansive Citizens from Bengal Donegal Dip bread in the ghost of viking cauldrons Longships Long gone But in the hour of the wolf Tramways transport third eyes to midsummer wakes On Cathkin Braes with Joyce's donkey Carnivals in Castlemilk She comes to settle on a golden dome of worship She ponders What value the ragpicker who rakes through the dustpan of history Conjuring a constellation of possibility? And still the river flows [Verse 4] The Owl of Minerva takes flight at dusk From the Finnieston Crane she flies North Hills of hag Hills of lamb Canals Forth and Clyde She surveys a slow motion majestic panorama Poor of coin but rich in Gallus swagger Beyond the black hills of Molendinar Burn! A gallery of preachers on a highway of historical time Proddy John Commie John Bible John Christ! Even Poppers John She comes to settle Home on her cantilevered roost And she ponders She ponders If the past is just one thing after another Perhaps interruption is the true revolutionary act And still the river flows
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