Trenton, New Jersey
By mysterioso on October 23, 2016 7:52 pm
I pushed the boat out this week, since this piece sees the completion of my own Song a Week for a Year challenge.
I finally reached towards realisation of the apocalyptic vision I've always had and combined a coherent lyrical idea with a musical setting that helped harness and focus it. I'm satisfied that this song approaches what I had in mind when I started.
Vocals were very kindly performed by Martin Byrne.
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Trenton, New Jersey
Wrestling with a conscience
Wrestling with control
Wrestle with the controls, it's one and the same
We're stacked like wood, stacked like the odds against us
The controls are out of reach
Call centre 8am
I didn't notice it slipping in
He's an intelligence man
Sure and clear and strong
Loyalty informs the world
Staring eyes
Creased brow
Early morning sunlight
Shining on the paint
Everything must stop now
Things cannot go on the way they have
Shutting it all down now
I pray to God
My God
What am I doing?
So many missing, so much rumour
No new facts until there are
A crater in a cow field
One for the brain
Spilled like Loose Change
Two for the heart
Few saw the first
Fewer explained it
No-one missed the last
Now there is meaning
Planting passports in the debris field
Who would do it?
Wrestling with a conscience
Wresting control
Audio works licensed by author under:
CC Attribution Noncommercial Share Alike (BY-NC-SA)
