Have you had the feeling of being alone in an organisation? Like stuck in a field of rats racing each other, and watching scattered brained birds around you?
The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows
Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere.
He didn't care.
He stood in a field where barley grows.
His head did no thinking
His arms didn't move except when the wind cut up
Rough and mice ran around on the ground
He stood in a field where barley grows.
The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me
But now he's resigned to his fate
'Cause life's not unkind - he doesn't mind.
He stood in a field where barley grows.
(lyrics of 'The Scarecrow' - Syd Barrett)
They call it being a scarecrow figure, the one that only looks scary but doesnt do anything real.
With hollow eyes it watches the field grows around it.
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