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Written October 1997

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Well the carriage moon shatters and spills on the dawn
And the silver-beaked raven flies on
Each broken-throat trumpet fires a blast of dispair
But they're strangled off thick through the air
False wisdom flows free on the glaze of the day
And you find you don't think what you say
Tidy rows of virtue in the garden of thought
Are choked hard by the weeds of smiling rot
The only captors now are the ones that we choose
Enlightened and learnéd we lose
Our stocks and our bonds are the ones we prefer
Satisfied, condemned, and deferred
Your air of attention all auctioned and set
Caught hard in the cloth of a butterfly net
The zenith of power is laid blank by the sun
And it's well that we're here to watch it get done

Wasn't there a time when a curse was a curse
When the words meant something and the thinkin' came first
When the walk of the lips matched the talk of the heart
And each sentence was true from finish to start
Now speech is pollution from our sewage tongues
And the jury of words is constantly hung
Reality's obscene and there ain't nothing sacred
And the hidden sublime is constantly naked
Images of purity bounce through the head
And the last wicked thought is the first thing said
Inspirative talk is just taken as token
And only what matters is left unspoken
Chatterbox noise sings loud like a bomb
It's got nothin' to say but we welcome it on
Our words are shot off like a child's cap gun
And it's well that we're here to watch it get done

The golden livestock has returned from the past
And explodes in a mind's-eye blast
And your brain just curdles and rots in the heat
You don't think; you're too easy to beat
You'll buy any vision and bow down to a bust
While the medium just whispers to us
On the highwater rail with a tack in your thumb
Blind to the front where the track is undone
Travelin' salesmen on a worldwide scale
Pannin' that river, tellin' their tales
With a phony rose scent and a dizzy-eyed sell
They'll give you a grin with your hell
They want into your head, they want you to be poor
They don't want anybody to think anymore
There's gold to be made at the price of everyone
And it's well that we're here to watch it get done

Noble-throne cowards sowing their seeds
Curtaining the truth of their deeds
While sky-rise castles can't handle the claims
Of every peasant holding a frame
The jester stands proud with an outstretched hand
To take with a gutless demand
The only sucker now, sitting outside the door
Can't find anybody to be taken to court
Watch the pockets dry up like Okemah wells
As the guppies still think of themselves
While the big fish dine, it's smiles all around
Bottoms up, aces high on the town
Recycled selfish suits offered free in return
Threaded like needles, swelled up like a burn
Mother Goose is gonna have their facts out on the run
And it's well that we're here to watch it get done

Balsa-wood facades tell character tales
And skyrocket personality sales
Cigarettes and sunglasses manufacture attitude
While a hundred million more go unshoed
The question of Pilate they don't wanna wrestle
But there's truth in every vessel
Concerned about face in a crowd so inane
Is a dreadful mistake in this pinball game
Disguised and deified and all rearranged
They find now that nothing has changed
They don't know what to do when their pyramid comes
Long forgotten the place that they're from
You can grin for the cameras, you can fake for the shows
But you're redeliberating the mask that you chose
Without crucified pride, we haven't yet begun
And it's well that we're here to watch it get done

Accelerated visions of work left undone
Find a finger aimed at the seventh son
When the lens of disaster has focused its toll
They'll blame it all on a lonesome soul
And seet clichés remain all the same
The least likely takes all of the blame
With a shifty-eyed kingdom, nobody seems to know
Who's paying for their ticket after the show
A million-odd people take place in the deed
And a scapegoat is all that they need
You can see those backbones made out of clay
Saturated slick to this day
When roll call comes in a room full of shame
Not one man will answer the sound of his name
Somebody has to die and it's us against one
And it's well that we're here to watch it get done

Mama, where've you hidden that backdoor key?
I'm stuck out in the open, they're coming for me
I'll raise up the white flag if you think it best
Bid a dry farewell and live dead like the rest
The battle is a-ragin' and it's got to be won
And we can't be alone to watch it get done
And we gotta be alone to watch it get done

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from Songs for the Anti​-​De​-​Counterrevolution, released June 23, 2000

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Rob Getzschman is a singer-songwriter and producer from Omaha living in Los Angeles. He was previously front man for DC-based Analog Jetpack, played bass for LA's Highland Hawks and writes and produces music for Mighty Good Road. www.mightygoodroad.com

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