Musicians:
Roger Whipp: Spanish guitar, vocals

Johnny Branchizio: Acoustic guitar

Production
Word and music: Roger Whipp
Arrangments: Johnny Branchizio

©Copyright 2006
words and music: Roger Whipp

 

The Human Race

It was a lovely day
until the kid outside, flying his kite,
kite flew high, got lost out of sight

It was a lovely, lovely day
until the sun got cool, when the clouds came by
sun got mad, the clouds began to cry

It was a lovely, lovely day
until the television, invaded the room
filled our heads, with stories of doom

It was a lovely, lovely day

So keep a smile on your face
though it's all going wrong
Even a fool has his place
if he's got the means and a plan
We're all in the chase to the line from the gun and until then
the human race ain't run
Job ain't done
Ain't even begun
The human race ain't run

It was a lovely day
until he took that knife, stuck it in her back
twisted it around , and ran off with a laugh

It was a lovely, lovely day
until the earth opened up, made a big wave
carried off thousands to a watery grave

It was a lovely, lovely day
until a couple of towers, collapsed in a pile
people in a train, became the victims in a file

It was a lovely, lovely day

So keep a smile on your face
though it's all going wrong
Even a fool has his place
if he's got the means and a plan
We're all in the chase to the line from the gun and until then
the human race ain't run
Job ain't done
Ain't even begun
The human race ain't won