Fresh Hard Times (an aboriginal song)

Techno-post-industrial-fasco -expressionism Fresh Hard Times (L. Glass/N. Ball) This mystery can really tear you up like that movie with the big beast's claws and if you lack the skill of a Sherlock investigation they will bury you with unjust laws on this rug with lumps and bruises they sell their story to the destitute and the poor how this fat land sometimes sickens even though, for years, they've had the cure FRESH HARD TIMES along the avenue there are vessels to be broken i have a healthy nest egg, i'm waiting for the end i have shelves for keepsakes and for tokens pen and ink, a desk, a bed i recall how rich men jumped out from high windows down to the street their bodies went limp like tailored slacks lying Picasso-faced right beneath our feet FRESH HARD TIMES the street it feeds on riot i will not turn on our shared plight tonight into my veiled tent i feel knives ripping as i pray to the Goddess for a comeback fight their beliefs are bellicose and bloated they build larger holes in which to dwell they will never see the candles in the window or hear the knelling of the warning bell FRESH HARD TIMES i can see slender fingers clutching the throat of Liberty as we sigh and sign the devil's list of lies i thought i saw a wicked smile creep across his face as we doused our souls in the stench of compromise FRESH HARD TIMES... Copyright 2008, Lonnie Glass and Norman Ball videography by Norman Ball

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