[For Leigh, Leigh, and PEte.]<\/p>\n
<\/param><\/param><\/param><\/object><\/p>\nIn a building of gold, with riches untold,\nlived the families on which the country was founded.\nAnd the merchants of style, with their vain velvet smiles,\nwere there, for they also were hounded.\nAnd the soft middle class, crowded in to the last,\nfor the building was fully surrounded.\nAnd the noise outside was the ringing of revolution.<\/p>\nSadly they stared, and sank in their chairs,\nand searched for a comforting notion.\nAnd the rich silver walls, looked ready to fall,\nAs they shook in doubtful devotion.\nThe ice cubes would clink, as they freshened their drinks,\nwet their minds in bitter emotion.\nAnd they talked about the ringing of revolution.<\/p>\nWe were hardly aware, of the hardships they beared,\nfor our time was taken with treasure.\nOh, life was a game, and work was a shame,\nAnd pain was prevented by pleasure.\nThe world, cold and grey, was so far away,\nin distance only money could measure.\nBut their thoughts were broken by the ringing of revolution.<\/p>\nThe clouds filled the room in darkening doom,\nas the crooked smoke rings were rising.\nHow long will it take, how can we escape,\nSomeone asks, but no one’s advising.\nAnd the quivering floor responds to the roar,\nin a shake no longer surprising.\nAs closer and closer comes the ringing of revolution.<\/p>\nSo softly they moan, please leave us alone,\nas back and forth they are pacing.\nAnd they cover their ears, and try not to hear,\nwith pillows of silk they’re embracing.\nThe crackling crowd is laughing out loud,\npeeking in at the target they’re chasing.\nNow trembling inside the ringing of revolution.<\/p>\nWith compromised sway we gave it half away,\nWhen we saw that rebellion was growing.\nNow everything’s lost, as they kneel by the cross,\nwhere the blood of Christ is still flowing.\nToo late for their sorrow, they’ve reached their tomorrow,\nand reaped the seed they were sowing.\nNow harvested by the ringing of revolution.<\/p>\nIn tattered tuxedos, they faced the new heroes,\nand crawled about in confusion.\nAnd they sheepishly grinned, for their memories were dim,\nof the decades of dark execution.\nHollow hands were raised, they stood there amazed,\nin the shattering of their illusions.\nAs the windows were smashed by the ringing of revolution.<\/p>\nDown on our knees, we’re begging you please,\nwe’re sorry for the way you were driven.\nThere’s no need to taunt, just take what you want,\nand we’ll make amends, if we’re living.\nBut away from the grounds, the flames told the town,\nthat only the dead are forgiven.\nAs they vanished inside the ringing of revolution.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"[For Leigh, Leigh, and PEte.] In a building of gold, with riches untold, lived the families on which the country was founded. 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In a building of gold, with riches untold,\nlived the families on which the country was founded.\nAnd the merchants of style, with their vain velvet smiles,\nwere there, for they also were hounded.\nAnd the soft middle class, crowded in to the last,\nfor the building was fully surrounded.\nAnd the noise outside was the ringing of revolution.<\/p>\n
Sadly they stared, and sank in their chairs,\nand searched for a comforting notion.\nAnd the rich silver walls, looked ready to fall,\nAs they shook in doubtful devotion.\nThe ice cubes would clink, as they freshened their drinks,\nwet their minds in bitter emotion.\nAnd they talked about the ringing of revolution.<\/p>\n
We were hardly aware, of the hardships they beared,\nfor our time was taken with treasure.\nOh, life was a game, and work was a shame,\nAnd pain was prevented by pleasure.\nThe world, cold and grey, was so far away,\nin distance only money could measure.\nBut their thoughts were broken by the ringing of revolution.<\/p>\n
The clouds filled the room in darkening doom,\nas the crooked smoke rings were rising.\nHow long will it take, how can we escape,\nSomeone asks, but no one’s advising.\nAnd the quivering floor responds to the roar,\nin a shake no longer surprising.\nAs closer and closer comes the ringing of revolution.<\/p>\n
So softly they moan, please leave us alone,\nas back and forth they are pacing.\nAnd they cover their ears, and try not to hear,\nwith pillows of silk they’re embracing.\nThe crackling crowd is laughing out loud,\npeeking in at the target they’re chasing.\nNow trembling inside the ringing of revolution.<\/p>\n
With compromised sway we gave it half away,\nWhen we saw that rebellion was growing.\nNow everything’s lost, as they kneel by the cross,\nwhere the blood of Christ is still flowing.\nToo late for their sorrow, they’ve reached their tomorrow,\nand reaped the seed they were sowing.\nNow harvested by the ringing of revolution.<\/p>\n
In tattered tuxedos, they faced the new heroes,\nand crawled about in confusion.\nAnd they sheepishly grinned, for their memories were dim,\nof the decades of dark execution.\nHollow hands were raised, they stood there amazed,\nin the shattering of their illusions.\nAs the windows were smashed by the ringing of revolution.<\/p>\n
Down on our knees, we’re begging you please,\nwe’re sorry for the way you were driven.\nThere’s no need to taunt, just take what you want,\nand we’ll make amends, if we’re living.\nBut away from the grounds, the flames told the town,\nthat only the dead are forgiven.\nAs they vanished inside the ringing of revolution.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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