Alexandra’s pictures are full of things unsaid Her suburb facing changes She saw a chance instead To capture for the future The sights that filled her head Oh, Alexandra’s pictures are full of things unsaid. Alexandra’s pictures are full of things unsaid The MLC in ghostly white The beacon’s flash of red A pinky smudge of sunset – Bad weather just ahead? Oh, Alexandra’s pictures are full of things unsaid. Chorus: Things that helped us to belong In the expressway’s path, now sadly gone Were we like ships that passed so near Our cargo the same old fear That all would be forgotten? Alexandra’s pictures are full of things unsaid The ruined buildings crushed to earth, The dozer put to bed, A window shining in the night – The living and the dead? Oh, Alexandra’s pictures are full of things unsaid. Alexandra’s pictures are full of things unsaid The local theatre once so prized Its fate now clearly read She painted the old fig tree To the dozer it was fed Oh, Alexandra’s pictures are full of things unsaid. © Jim Low (22 July 2010)
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