Et ses mains ourdiraient les entrailles du prêtre,
Au défaut d’un cordon pour étrangler les rois.-Denis Diderot
You know, he warned me once
Told me I’d regret it.
You know, the old one fit just right
Why didn’t I keep it?
Instead, I threw it on the curb in no time flat.
All my old things lookin’ so sad now
So true, youngblood…Why didn’t I keep it?
Curse the man who first took a rag
And dyed it scarlet
Wrapped it in a box and a bow
And put a price on it
But my shoes have holes and my pants don’t fit
I need a new hat (and that’s the half of it)
My clothes are worn out and I need to replace them
You could take it on faith, youngblood
Never ask a question
Never doubt a thing in your life
And get someone else’s truth
The windows whine when the wind gets high
The walls need paint and the floor don’t shine
So true! This place needs updating…
Paid a visit to Diderot
He was entertaining king and priest
Lured them in with flesh and gold
And said “whatever shall we use for rope”?
If you lend an open ear
I’ll tell you everything I know
Or I could tell you what you want to hear
I can’t believe they left us two alone!
If you really want to know, LEARN!
If you really want to go, LEAVE!
Try to wear it on your sleeve
Show them what you’ve worked to earn
Or else they’ll take it on faith
from Flesh & Gold
released August 18, 2015
words & music : J.Fitzner
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