M.o.v.e - Fields Of People Lyrics
Wildflowers grow everywhereVibrations flow, things will have to change(Good evening, madam. It's a recording. Yes.)Strange new ideas fill the airSome people leave, others grieveSome were bare but things will changeOld concepts go, new ones growAll at once the world begins to love again(..... Hello Uncle Bill)And the wildflowers grow out of fields**Fields of peopleThere's no such thing as a weedSeeds of hatredPlant them and soon they will breed(Going to the pub, are you? Evening madam.)(*repeat)Love of peopleThere's no such thing as a weedSeeds of hatredPlant them and soon they will breedFields of peopleThere's no such thing as a weedSeeds of hatredPlant them and soon they will feed(*repeat)(There's a bloke out here looking for the band)(**repeat)(**repeat)(**repeat)(Here we are now in Great Portland Street. Ah, good evening sir, Iwonder would you like to come over here and say a few words in themicrophone. Oh. It catches one a bit off balance suddenly to beinterrupted in the street. I got one. Hello, I don't wanna taxi. What Iwant is this. You're a tazi driver, and we wanna taxi driver's opinionon pop music.I think it's very good mate. Just cause I gettin' a bit anciant don'tmean to say I don't enjoy it.Good. Toot your organ and we'll be away.)(Hold it. One more time, it's a bit ragged. Try one more. Here we go
