that miss merchant and some others sung...
joel harris, worrybead, the gods of victory
Story behind the song
americana. neighbors shooting guns. true republicanism. street theatre. psycho-social gesticulations.
Lyrics
beneath the light
of a sirens red glare.
downstairs in the lot-park
guns pop, bombs bursting in air.
a local joe got four off
sings truth through the night.
i sit smiling 3 am,
dawns early light.
oh, say can you see?
oh, say can you see?
psycho-freak out brigade
launches drama in the yard.
not far from my sunday suit
driving by, star spangled car.
well nigh some angst set in
it would seem from their charade.
i sit smiling, driving,
i bend my way.
what so proudly we hail.
what so proudly we hail.
the amber waves of grain,
now just a memory of a day
that miss merchant and some others sung
of a frontier, these new
homestead days.
