Lyric of the Week: NO NEW SONGS TODAY
All the grandiose plans we made
All the sure-fire schemes we laid
All the different kinds of gigs we played
All the big bucks we never got paid
We were gonna rule the universe
But things didn’t get better, they just got worse
‘Cause the best-laid plans
Fell victim to the curse.
And all the things we wanted to say
Have all gone and slipped away
And all the songs we wanted to play
Have all faded and become passé
There’s nothing left to do but hope and pray
To take stock of the price we have to pay
There’ll be no new songs today.
All the big dreams exploded into dust
All the big booms, they all went bust
All the iron will was left out to rust
All the big promises just got hard to trust
We were gonna be the kings
Melt hearts with the songs we sing
But we could never understand
We couldn’t have everything.
Oh how the faithful have lapsed
Oh how the ill have relapsed
Oh how the decades have elapsed
Oh how the mighty have collapsed
We were gonna reach up and touch the sky
Broadcast from 110 stories high
But evil sent a hand
And we watched the immortals die.
©2020 The Hesh Inc.
We were gonna reach up and touch the sky ... broadcast from 110 stories high.
Another one of the songs I wrote in the aftermath of 9/11, watching my own and my friends' creative efforts go up in smoke as we all suffered from the depression and ennui brought on by the attacks. It took awhile to get over those effects, but when we did, our creativity and productivity came roaring back, often dedicated to all those who were lost on that terrible day.