An ethereal, haunting elegy for things lost in time, and a showcase for the rich, spacey textures generated by the old Kawai K4 synth.
folk rock
humor
filk
pubsal
zieger
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Story behind the song
Inspired by Bradbury's "Martian Chronicles," specifically the chapter intitled "The Million Year Picnic."
Lyrics
Let there be song
Let there be play
Let time hang heavy
Forever and a day
Here in the ruins
We walk alone
Trying to read
Ancient stories in stone
Ghosts of the future
Ghosts of the past
Meet on the road
United at last
Temples to gods
Whose songs are no more
Crowded with children
Toys on the floor
Who were the builders
Who dizzy our minds
This city of mortals
Whose vision survives
Men like ourselves
So long passed away
Whose monuments wait out
The million year day