Link to MIDI - Spirit of the Age

"Spirit of the Age"

Red states, blue states, TV anchors can't wait
To bare the hearts on their sleeves
Their weapons of mass distraction tell me
The things I'm supposed to believe
If this ain't the eve of destruction
Surely it's at least the late afternoon
So we stray like sheep, half-lost in sleep
While the piper plays a twisted tune

Presidential capers were in all the papers
And a movie star was caught in a lie
Major league players issue disclaimers
And integrity's been kissed goodbye
In this age of contrived reality
I'd try to blush but I've forgotten how
And when a local preacher made the tabloid feature
I didn't even raise a brow

CHORUS
The spirit of the age is singing a siren song
Abandoning the truth, begging me to come along
All the dancing lights on glass, all the words on every page
Unveil the mystic whispers of the spirit of the age

Well I sit in bed and I scratch my head
As I listen to the radio news
Somebody went crazy and somebody's hurting
And everybody's bound to lose
And I wonder where that line was crossed
Where it's OK to be so out of control
Did I lose my bearings, or just stop caring
That it's taken such a heavy toll?

CHORUS
The spirit of the age is singing a siren song
Abandoning the truth, begging me to come along
All the dancing lights on glass, all the words on every page
Unveil the mystic whispers of the spirit of the age

©2004 Steve Christy