The Pallbearers Of Truth
This is a blues song that laments the startling sudden, and recent, death of truth in modern Western culture. Whether you feel that it died at the hands of the media, the Internet, shallow self-serving politicians, or their followers, we can all agree that it’s fatally wounded. The music for this song needs gravel and anger, but should also evoke an arm-around-a-stranger’s-neck sing along at an Irish Bar, as if we’re partying at our own wake.
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In den Warenkorb
Wunschliste
Just like a shadow it was lost in the dark
It died in silence and it didn’t leave a mark
Now sweet memories are all that remain
Of society’s bedrock and the law of the sane
You said the truth ain’t always what it seems
Now your teeth are falling out in your dreams
Well the fairy won’t pay for a rotten tooth
But you’ll pay for your assault on the pallbearers of truth
(Chorus 1)
Pallbearers of truth
Dressed in black
Whiskey on their breath
Target on their back
Pallbearers of truth
Tear in the eye
Plodding through the rain
Trying to stay dry
We always said that it would set us free
But now we’ll never reach the dungeon key
It wasn’t right but you wanted to win
And truth is simply what you traded in
You already won, but you’re still shooting lead
When all we want to do is to bury our dead
So hold your fire from your sniper’s booth
And show a little grace to the pallbearers of truth
(Bridge)
I’ve seen a lot of things, I’ve head a lot of lies
Now I see that it has led to our demise
(Chorus 2)
Pallbearers of truth
Mud on their shoes
Thinking about the bar
Drowning their blues
Pallbearers of truth
Umbrella in hand
Humming “swing low”
Fistful of sand
(Chorus 1)
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