https://ia601502.us.archive.org/2/items/CeskyLivesEpisode252-englishTrees_597/Clep252-englishTrees.mp3   Not sure what really to write about this one, so here's the lyrics, to speak for themselves I guess...:   ENGLISH TREES So tired so tired like the yellowed cutting blades of grass our city council grows right by the ocean so there’s soft fall for the kids climbing up these English trees all knotted skin watching over the families with eskies full of sadness and anger cigarettes and love disaster all the people breathing and out so still so focussed fully on my paper plate my eyes are wide and white like maybe I am ill my knife and fork sunk in my face a pale white plastic moon that cannot look on you nor shine down any kind of light on the families with their eskies full of endless anger and sadness She dangles softly in the sky long sleeves in gripping fingers indicating she has understood the night a pale white plastic moon a pale white plastic moon is crashing down I hope you’re well I hope you last a little longer than the feeling than the feeling than the feeling of breathing in and out Thanks for listening, here's a video/drawing that goes with the tune: