We are the accumulation of our dreams
life is never what it seems
all the more when we kick and scream
We are the false claim glowing victory
limping into mystery
through the ashes of our chosen one's
Failure succeeding a neglected throne
blown sky high in broken bone
surely we are all alone
Based on a baseless base back-dated checks
pre-emptive laws, pro-rated sex
we deserve what we expect
The fun we have is the fun that we deserve
there is nothing left to serve
and living takes a lot of nerve
The drinks are blue and calling for you
The whore's off work and falling for you
There's a mouth at the end of every river made of trash
hungry for more with no use for cash
still convinced you're quite the catch
We are riding out of town on a thorn covered rail
strapped to a train tie on the back of a whale
We drown in dreams plunged a hundred more miles deep
the golden sun will finally feast
on your broken heart's last broken beat
You can kick and scream but you will not so much as stir
a single flock of hungry birds
you are here but have you heard
Will you choose the choice made for the chosen one
or be the fool who will become
the punchline of the golden sun's
Joke on the sky Joke on the Joke on the Sky
credits
from Joke on the Sky Ep,
released November 25, 2012
Nora Barton, cello
Daniel Joseph Dorff, drums
Brent Olds, bass
Darian Scatton, harp
Matthew Shelton, array mbira/vocals
Darian Scatton appears courtesy of Edible Onion Records
Introspective, homespun folk tunes from John Donne that feel informed by the sugary bleakness of '80s and '90s indie pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 1, 2023