Well I can see it now as the clowns go passing by
The circus continues but the big top’s gone awry
And the dancers keep on dancing as the looming organ sings
Each body writhing as the hammers hit the strings.
We’ve lost the guise of prosperity, this isn’t our society
In the land of opportunity nothings left for you and me
Just these empty shards, but the future is ours
But it’s a black hole, its too late, we’re stuck inside our minds
It’s an endless tunnel with no lights, and ever waning inside
A glimpse of that one last parade as it passes by
The shouts drown out as the crowds surround and they scream
that something’s gone awry
Now here we go again, straight to oblivion, Humanity, insanity
And I don’t think I can make it my friend
They call it equality, I call it a tragedy
I guess this is the end of all we knew and what was right
So we’ll bask in new morning glow as our lives fade into the night
We’ve lost the guise of prosperity, this isn’t our society
In the land of opportunity nothings left for you and me
When I look back I choke, then I think maybe there is hope.
Salvation comes to those who wait
I think its come too late.
Soulful guitar interplay form the heart of this lovely Americana collaboration from Dave Alvin and Jimmie Dale Gilmore. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 2, 2018
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