Every so often a song really captures the mood or says everything I want to say. This does it for me right now - not great lyrics just simple, angry, apposite.
âStop asking musicians what they thinkâ
He said softly as he poured himself a second drink
And outside, the world slipped over the brink
We all thought we had nothing to lose
That we could trust in crossed fingers and horseshoes
That everything would work out, no matter what we choose
The first time it was a tragedy
The second time is a farce
Outside itâs 1933 so Iâm hitting the bar
But I donât know whatâs going on anymore
The world outside is burning with a brand new light
But it isnât one that makes me feel warm
Donât go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donât go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
If I was of the greatest generation Iâd be pissed
Surveying the world that I built slipping back into this
Iâd be screaming at my grandkids: âWe already did thisâ
Be suspicious of simple answers
That shitâs for fascists and maybe teenagers
You canât fix the world if all you have is a hammer
The first time it was a tragedy
The second time is a farce
Outside itâs 1933 so Iâm hitting the bar
But I donât know whatâs going on anymore
The world outside is burning with a brand new light
But it isnât one that makes me feel warm
Donât go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donât go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
For the dawn
Arenât you ashamed of this?
I surely hope that you are
We live in a society thatâs maybe heading for Mars
But down here we still have a shower of bastards leading the charge
Outside itâs 1933 so Iâm hitting the bar
But I donât know whatâs going on anymore
The world outside is burning with a brand new light
But it isnât one that makes me feel warm
Donât go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donât go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donât go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donât go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
[spoiler]Frank Turner, 1933.