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upon hearing of "warnings of a bloodbath" if the US election doesn't go a certain way, i think we are all contemplate the mess our politicians have created.....
i recorded this quick tune
m.h: vocal, trumpet, one hand piano, faux-drum
lyrics:
in an old woollen sweater, faded with holes
while outside cold rain, and wind of chaos blows
my comforting chair, quiet pages of thought
but the rapping on my window, attention is sought
chapter upon chapter, my dramatic tale goes on
while outside bedlam and tumult, battle on my lawn
carnage and mayhem and greed tear up the place
fence and garden obliterated at accelerated pace
how can i continue, absorbed in imaginary world
the noise and destruction, threats thrown, rocks hurled
now they are banging on my door, window shattered
i fold the corner of a page, close the covers, thoughts scattered
why did i do nothing, letting madness grow outside
after learning of the patterns, in history i denied
now my house is crumbling, my sweater of no use
against those who hate and fear, with bloodshed and abuse