He saw the spinning moon and wished to own its shimmer
He netted it down into his garden one day
And there it lay, as grey as any other rock,
its glimmer gone, he left it dead and sped away.

Now the sun sobs, mirrorless, Behind the empty night
Down below bewildered stares are blind without the light
And some are dark with anger but they can’t see who to fight

No-one can see the way anymore.

In seven sealed jars, She still has the stolen stars
and under her electric light, she never doubts that she is right
and she has quite forgotten that the seven stars are there
while I still miss the seven flares that used to gild the air.

No-one can see the way anymore.

A protest song dressed up as a fairy tale. It’s about greed and hoarding. And perhaps media control of peoples minds – “no-one can see the way” in the absence of the starlight of reason and informed debate. Or it could be about the plunder of communist/socialist ideals and symbols to promote capitalist or authoritarian agendas. “seven stolen stars” the red star being a symbol of the left. (Che cola anyone?) but I don’t think Helen had that in mind when she wrote the lyric. TD