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Urban Jack and the Postmodern Idolators

by Urban Jack

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There'll be a time When servants rise up against their masters There'll be a time When all that money buys is regret There'll be a time When we can see the value of value Is not in this world It's not in this world There'll be a time When children cease to be their parents There'll be a time When we start planting our own seeds And we'll sing a dirge When all the institutions crumble And we change our minds We'll change our minds There'll be a time When every circle will be broken There'll be a time When we escape from every ring We'll have a wake For every dying resolution That prepared the way That prepared the way There'll be a time When we reach back to our fathers There'll be a time When our mother's words ring clear And we will graft Our branches onto mercy And grow into love We'll grow into love There'll be a time When we'll the onward path pursue There'll be a time When every good vision comes to view When we try to forgive So forgiveness can be ours And that's all that we'll need That's all that we'll need There'll be a time When all that follow now will lead There'll be a time When the saints will intercede And we'll sing a hymn For all our doubts and resolutions Absolving all fear Absolving all fear
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She looked behind her And tried to feel different But she had drank the river And walked away thirsty She stood by her soul What fell from the table Were crumbs of indifference It is not to us to be filled Only hunger pangs And passion lonely There is a song in here old guitar She’ll get it tomorrow That was six years ago Sun opens the cherry blossoms While we talk in circles These wheels of nothing Snow gathers upon the branches As we talk in circles These wheels of nothing Facing down hoards of hesitation Set fire to the foxes In fields of stagnation We threw the curtains open before the dawn With wide eyed resilience For the work to come I played this guitar And when my fingers got sore I carried on That’s how much I love you I wrote these songs It is my labor of luck Like God Growing in The Garden How shall we sing From our cubicles and money trees? Deadlines and bottom lines Never made for great poetry How shall we dream With the burden of industry? We can’t hear the muses Through the noise of sanity All our blood Our sweat and toil Putting our shoulders To these wheels of nothing Once I was young But now I’m older Still walking in circles These wheels of nothing Putting our shoulders To these wheels of nothing Our hearts and our souls In these wheels of nothing
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With your mouth wide open your eyes can’t see She was staring at the door fumbling with the keys Pretending not to see me She said, “We can find a way Just don’t say those things you always say.” You ruin our lives with a slip of your tongue We were standing right there so old and so young Snowy coastal trails make me open up my door Kisses cold as love gone bad send frostbite to my bones I could walk right out of here She’d have nothing left but the bell on the door janglin’ In her ear Only sit in cafes named for presidents I talk in circles ‘till her mind gets bent To my kind of thinking Deserted downtown streets make me open up my door 5th Avenue at three a.m. is just me and darkened stores Try standing up when it’s all caving in There’s shadow on my eyes And shadow on my chin And something tell me I’m still in bed Pop stops me at the door and says, “Put on that shirt. You’ve got to look good if you’re going to get hurt, boy.” She looks at me like I’m coming home With eyes as grey as love But she knows how to give the slip When pushing comes to shove Take what you want to take I don’t keep track of the score Everything I ever wanted Never was or is no more She said, “All I want is some peace of mind, With a man like you that’s so hard to find.” You ruin our lives with a slip of your tongue We were standing right there So old and so young
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released June 16, 2020

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Urban Jack Portland, Oregon

Urban Jack (aka Simon Milliman) is a composer, producer, rock & roller, photographer residing in Portland, Oregon. Other ongoing music projects include: Subterranean Howl, Fat Mannequins, and Azar.

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