Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Nothing left to do

we invented a whole country
we had to fudge the numbers, that's true
we were fighters, we were winners
we were always coming through

we had glory, we had blessings
fields of green and mighty oceans blue
we had harvests and such splendor
now, there's nothing left to do

nothing left to do 
nothing left to do
nothing left for me 
nothing left for you
nothing begets nothing
and that ain't hardly something
nothing, with nothing left to do

we killed natives, we killed soldiers
we burned the forests with our flames
we built a country out of wonder
we never had much time to ponder blame

we built cities full of glory
our country strong, it grew and grew and grew
we barely paused to wonder
now, there's nothing left to do

(repeat chorus)

now, the past is getting anxious
now, a reckoning is near
our stories can no longer
save us from the ravages of fear

now, the boatman wants a dollar
better pay it up, there's more coming through
better go off to greener pastures
now, there's nothing left to do

(repeat chorus)


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