Just like anyone who sees through gimlet eyes
Just like anyone who’s alive
I searched for a space where life’s just a mind game
But I’ve been too long at the fair
That’s where the best minds of my generation
Took their pleasure and their profit and gave their lives
And sometimes I can’t help but think about
What we might have achieved
If we hadn’t so blindly believed
In that know-it-all bohemian dream
Too long at the fair I’ve spent,
Lost in the fog of the years
And all the rarefied things
That try as I might
Could only fail to succeed
To be a comfort to me
So cold the nights misspent
In the loam of my youth
Cultivating a spurious faith
In the power of taste
To be a route of escape
From all the long, hard work
Set for us at birth
It’s gonna be a long, hard road
Back to Planet Earth
Another year, another pass
Through the crowded corridors of the archive stacks
Another round of laments
For a dream that’s dead
But in an earlier phase, a youthful haze,
The wishing well was only just half-dry
It was the height of the age
Of the self-made sage
And there was reason to believe
Everyone would be
A muse-kissed authority
In a free land
Turn on the news today
See all the creative ways
By means of which a souls gets saved
In a free land
It’s gonna be a long, hard road
Back to Planet Earth
Think of all the long, hard work
Set for us at birth
Our precious expertise
Now debased currency
In the marketplace of prestige
In a free land
Think of what else we might have achieved
Six Philly punk bands, including Mesh and Added Dimensions, offer new tracks to benefit harm reduction nonprofit Prevention Point. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 11, 2023