In a world like this
With a heart as sincere as a carnival kiss
At a time like now
When the bitterest news is our regular chow
Don’t it make you wonder
If there’s anywhere a flag that’s worth living under
Can’t you hear the breathin’
Of the only one who thrives in this kind of a season
Nothing is going to stop the man
Who’ll stop at nothing -- understand:
He’d cancel the sun if he could
If he thought it would do any good
Ain’t no high enough rope
Ain’t no big enough gun
For a man who would cancel the sun
In the last few years
While the people ate dust he grew fat on their tears
In the last few nights
While we slept in our beds he may have settled our price
Power lives to increase itself
Even if it pleases Hell
CHORUS
You will know his face
Who has the smile that no atrocity can erase
You will know his voice
Who’s the first to insist that there isn’t a choice
Who conjures up the atomic knife
To stab the world that gave him life
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023
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