Thursday, December 11, 2008
This song was written by adapting Percy Shelley's poem "England in 1819". The words were changed a little and I added a chorus.
Its interesting to compare the incredible likeness of 19th Century England, just following the French Revolution and in the middle of the Industrial Revolution, to modern America. Both societies were warped by unbridled capitalism that divided their social classes dramatically breeding greed and discontent.
Old, mad, blind, despised, dying kings,--
the dregs of their dull race, who flow
Through public scorn,--mud from a muddy spring,--
Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know,
leech-like to their fainting country cling,
Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow,--
A people starved and stabbed in the untilled field,--
An army, which liberticide and prey
Makes a two-edged sword for all who wield,--
Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay;
Religion Christless, Godless--a book sealed;
A Senate,--Time's worst statute unrepealed,--
Are graves, from which a glorious Phantom may
Burst, to illumine our tempestous day.
Woe Woe Woe - a mirror held to snow
Woe Woe Woe - its turning black
they've turned their backs - its turned into a show
December 10, 2008