rollinboyo
Bluelighter
there's a carnival today
kids run around singing
dads piss themselves drinking
half-filled balloons float up towards God
drifting up slowly in the thick summer air
bleating horns and blaring trumpets
a marching band stomps by
old martial music, the sounds of the war
forgotten ideals
buried with the dead
but today we don't care
it's a carnival
at night we go home
happy and fat
the kids now are silent
while the dads, walking slow
wax nostalgic in the warm summer glow
old time's remembered, good friends far away
now they've got nothing
just gray hairs and arthritis
but today we don't care
it's a carnival
one child, looking up
sees the moon peeking out
he turns to his father
and says very quiet, with wonder and fear
will there be a carnival again next year?
his dad says of course son
but he says it with sorrow
for he knows that each passing year
will draw them further apart
and that one day, not too far ahead
he won't have to care
carnival or no
he'll be dead
kids run around singing
dads piss themselves drinking
half-filled balloons float up towards God
drifting up slowly in the thick summer air
bleating horns and blaring trumpets
a marching band stomps by
old martial music, the sounds of the war
forgotten ideals
buried with the dead
but today we don't care
it's a carnival
at night we go home
happy and fat
the kids now are silent
while the dads, walking slow
wax nostalgic in the warm summer glow
old time's remembered, good friends far away
now they've got nothing
just gray hairs and arthritis
but today we don't care
it's a carnival
one child, looking up
sees the moon peeking out
he turns to his father
and says very quiet, with wonder and fear
will there be a carnival again next year?
his dad says of course son
but he says it with sorrow
for he knows that each passing year
will draw them further apart
and that one day, not too far ahead
he won't have to care
carnival or no
he'll be dead
