Home Is Where We Party
"So you wake up every evening / Cannot rest 'til in early morning / Try to sleep instead of working / But you dream you are networking."
I predict further managed decline in the “ever-stronger fortress.”
Have a great weekend.
(This is the second tune I've shared from the Ghosts album. The first was Of Beasts and Beings.)1
When you say that you're alright, You mean, "I'm up late every night," That "I'm hopeless every morning," That "I sigh when day is dawning." And when you feel like you're alive Is when none of you survives, When your dreams are all that's real, And your memories can breathe. So you wake up every evening, After sitting through a meeting, Between folks who cannot wait, To get home and change their state. Well, there's nothing for you here, Just a few score years and ten, Nought to save you from the fear, That it's another day again. Home is where we party, Live together still, just haunted, On a trip we never started, You either quit or are exhausted. Home is where we party, Forget the forests they're aborted, If you feel you're getting shafted, Invest in water, you'll be sorted. So you wake up every evening, Cannot rest 'til early morning, Try to sleep instead of working, But you dream you are networking. And though your fear is more like hope, Your hope is just a lie, It's pretending you can cope, With the endfullness of life. And your hope does not embolden you, And your fear will never save you, From the child who is inside you, Screaming "what the fuck, who are you?" Home is where we party, Live together still, just haunted, On a trip we never started, You either quit or are exhausted. Home is where we party, Forget the forests they're aborted, If you feel you're getting shafted, Invest in water, you'll be sorted. Is life a burden or a gift? A weight or upwards drift? The beginning or the middle? Is it a circle, or a riddle? Home is where we party, Live together still, just haunted, On a trip we never started, You either quit or are exhausted. Home is where we party, Forget the forests they're aborted, If you feel you're getting shafted, Invest in water, you'll be sorted. And we all are too ashamed, To admit that we can change, Too trapped by our possessions, The little comforts we've arranged. Outside the walls, they're raving, Was that police or people waving? Forget the quickening inflation, "'Cause darling, the TV's amazing." So we save sanctuary for last, And give sanctity a pass, Say tomorrow we'll get started, That the solutions are the problem. We're surrounded by our surplus, So much so it's almost worthless. Praise this ever-stronger fortress! The European dream: you'll need a ladder or a forklift.
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Some of the wild and noisy sounds at the end came courtesy of my friend Greg, the excellent sound designer who trade under the name Empty Vessel.