Britain discovers 17,000-year-old cave art, proving that daubing nonsense on walls is a cherished national tradition predating even the first planning permission dispute. In other news, a prison watchdog apparently decorated her home with a killer's face, because professional boundaries are so terribly last century, while a quicksand enthusiast decided that sinking into the earth was a preferable alternative to reading another headline about rural school closures or Siemens job cuts. It seems the only thing rising faster than the tide around that trapped walker is the collective blood pressure of a nation watching its infrastructure crumble while Miriam Margolyes delivers the sort of cheerful assessment that makes you want to join the brothers in a high-speed drive off a cliff.
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[Verse 1]
Seventeen thousand years inside the dark
We found some scratches on a cave wall now
They say it's Britain's oldest work of art
But I can't see the point somehow
The prehistoric etching is a mystery
Like half the things we read today
But primitives at least had history
Before we threw it all away
[Chorus]
The tide came in, the tide came in
And we're all sinking in the sand
Quick mud up to our grinning chins
Somewhere ancient, somewhere bland
The tide came in, the tide came in
And we just smile and wash our hands
Sunlight breaking over everything
While we go under in the end
[Verse 2]
A prison watchdog's pillow bears a killer's face
Which says exactly what you think it says
The brothers racing cars to finish in last place
And roads are closed for someone dead
Two schools in Carmarthenshire are closing down
While Siemens hands out P45s in town
Miriam told the festival the world's a state
And honestly, I can't relate... to any hope left
[Chorus]
The tide came in, the tide came in
And we're all sinking in the sand
Quick mud up to our grinning chins
Somewhere ancient, somewhere bland
The tide came in, the tide came in
And we just smile and wash our hands
Sunlight breaking over everything
While we go under in the end
[Bridge]
And the TV quiz show winner picks his mother off the floor
A metaphor for consciousness I simply can't ignore
We spend half our time in fainting fits and half in rising dread
And Venezuela's Fury family are absolutely lovely, so it's said
The wedding hair was beautiful, the crowds were cheering loud
While someone stuck in quicksand disappears beneath a cloud
[Theremin Solo]
[Verse 3]
From the caves of prehistoric men with nothing left to prove
To Emily and Danny Dyer making modern people move
We've got the sunshine in our faces and the rot inside our bones
Seventeen thousand years of progress, look how far we've grown
[Outro]
The tide came in
The tide came in
Sunlight on the water
We're going under
[Whisper] The tide came in