As the Trump administration discovers that international geopolitics is marginally more complicated than a game of Risk, the Yanks distract themselves with the only thing they truly understand: large men in pants throwing one another through furniture. Whilst Roman Reigns was busy domesticating Jacob Fatu in Italy—a sentence that would bewilder any rational person—Democratic lawmakers have declared it 'economic violence' not to be paid for having a period, proving once again that the American political lexicon has completely lost its marbles. Throw in a streamer shouting into the void about ICE, a priest with a weighing scheme, and a coffee shortage in Hawaii, and one begins to suspect the simulation is running on Windows Vista. It's enough to make one pine for a quiet Bovril and a lie down.
🎵 (s)Hit of the Day 🎵
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📜 Lyrics 📜
[Verse 1]
Old man sitting on a crumbling porch
Watching the world and its sad torch
Gaza's burning and Ukraine's cold
And every promise has been bought and sold
The man with the plan hit a brick wall
Now there's nothing coming, nothing at all
Just a stalemate sitting in the dust
And the fittings rust
And the fittings rust
[Chorus]
It's a stalemate, baby, can't you see
[Three-part harmony]
Nobody wins when the blind lead the free
It's a stalemate, honey, standing still
[Three-part harmony]
Got a pocket full of nothing and a mountain of will
Slide guitar weeping, the pump organ sighs
Just another dead end in the land of lies
[Verse 2]
Brother Cory's wringing his hands again
Another scandal, another old friend
They're talking 'bout economic violence now
While the women bleed and the powerful bow
Don't pay them to stay, don't pay them to rest
Just another cross upon another chest
The language of rights in a hollow room
And the flowers bloom
And the flowers bloom
[Chorus]
It's a stalemate, baby, can't you see
[Three-part harmony]
Nobody wins when the blind lead the free
It's a stalemate, honey, standing still
[Three-part harmony]
Got a pocket full of nothing and a mountain of will
Slide guitar weeping, the pump organ sighs
Just another dead end in the land of lies
[Bridge]
[A cappella three-part harmony]
Tina's walking free in a Colorado town
Tore the place asunder, tore the curtain down
Election deniers with their heads held high
While the coffee fields wither and the palm trees die
[Slide guitar wails]
Seven F-5s in an Italian ring
Because six would be a civilised thing
A priest with a scale and a weighing scheme
Notre Dame's shadow and a broken dream
[Guitar Solo]
[National Steel Resonator Guitar weeps over Doo-wop progression]
[Verse 3]
Earthquake shivered through the coffee fields
Broke the water tanks, refused to yield
Now the morning brew's gonna taste of salt
And it's all our fault, and it's all our fault
Petty tyrants with their petty crowns
While the earth shakes and the sky falls down
Weary old man on a porch of pine
Watching the end of the grand design
[Chorus]
It's a stalemate, baby, can't you see
[Three-part harmony]
Nobody wins when the blind lead the free
It's a stalemate, honey, standing still
[Three-part harmony]
Got a pocket full of nothing and a mountain of will
Slide guitar weeping, the pump organ sighs
Just another dead end in the land of lies
[Outro]
[Call and response]
Just another stalemate...
[Three-part harmony]
Stalemate, stalemate
[Lead vocal]
Just another stalemate
[Three-part harmony]
Nobody's winning
[Lead vocal fades]
Nobody's winning at all
[Tub Bass walks into silence]