I L L U S I O N S
RIVER TO SEA DRIVE NAILS IN ME
take one
Life's delusions, a tapestry of pain,
In the South, where cotton and chains entwined,
For a future painted in shades of justice, I strained,
Echoes of promises, left behind.
Shadows of Saigon, a quagmire of blood,
In the mire of war, drafted lives were lost,
Lamenting the conscription, a cruel, bitter flood,
Leaving a hollow echo, at what cost?
Under Haymarket's banner, ideals soared,
Symphony of voices, a cacophony of change,
Ideologies clashed, a discordant accord,
On the shores of betrayal, I felt estranged.
Nuclear annihilation, a chilling dread,
Glimmer arms reduction, in a city of dreams,
In unison, voices rose, a chorus spread,
Through the city's pulse, a new rhythm gleams.
Reality's delusions, a bitter truth,
Echoes of Dos Pasos, Chambers' lament,
And the fleeting nature of hope, in my lost youth,
Leaving me adrift, a soul discontent.
River to Sea Drive Nails in Me
take two
Joni's voice resonates with the illusions of life that I remember,
Admitting I truly understand nothing about life,
A poignant lament emerges,
A symphony of heartbreak unfolds,
A dirge mourning the innocence that's been lost.
River to sea, drive those nails in me,
Life's delusions, bitter tapestry of pain,
In the South, where cotton and chains entwine,
For a future painted in shades of justice, I strain,
Echoes of promises, lost and left behind,
A symphony of shadows, haunting my brain.
Shadows of Saigon, that quagmire of blood,
Leaving a hollow echo, at what cost?
In the mire of war, so many lives were lost,
Lamenting the draft, a cruel, bitter flood,
River to sea, a soul that now feels crushed,
Under Haymarket’s banner, ideals soared.
Symphony of voices, a cacophony of change,
Ideologies clashed, a discordant accord,
On the shores of betrayal, I feel estranged,
Nuclear annihilation, a chilling dread,
River to sea, a journey that I dread,
Shadows of Manhattan, a city of dreams.
In unison, voices rose, a chorus spread,
Through the city’s pulse, a new rhythm gleams,
Reality's delusions, a bitter truth,
Echoes of Dos Pasos, Chambers’ lament,
River to sea, a path I much resent,
And the fleeting nature of hope, in my lost youth.
Leaving me adrift, a soul discontent,
It drives those nails in me,
A symphony of shadows, haunting my brain,
River to sea, a journey that I dread,
And the fleeting nature of hope, in my lost youth,
Leaving me adrift, a soul discontent.
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