In the front-room half-asleep.
Fireworks speak out in the street,
Punctuate the senseless clamor.
Drunkards yell in slack-jawed grammar.
The smoke turns south, the smoke turns north,
the smoke wreathes 'round the upper floors.
Flares foretell the glory coming -
oh ecstasy! An end to something.
The fumbling race resuscitates
old schemes to make the crooked straight;
some untried thing to put some hope in,
a beginning or an end to something.
In the front-room fast-asleep.
Lamppost fizzles in the street.
At three or four the lawn chairs fold;
the new year is already old.
credits
from Twelve Nights,
released January 30, 2013
Harrison Lemke - guitar, harmonica & vocals
I'm in awe of the stories Eric tells with such an economy of words here. The magnificent arrangements and weighty vocals, which seem always about to fade into sigh or groan, also help. Harrison Lemke
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