It's raining glass on Featherston Street
And shattered panes of buildings old
Lie trampled by the well-heeled feet
Of shufflers shuffling through the cold
Who with the winds excessive dose
Will cradle no umbrellas close
But gravely stir those at the reins
Who quake in fear from fearful quakes
And bid good folk to flee the lanes
To stay away, whate'er it takes
The grey newspapers rain their praise
On leaders in their reigning days
O, hear them like a godly choir
No soul shall come within harm's way
With cordons spread like ribboned fire
Along the city's asphalt vein
A prophecy to self-fulfill
Streets safe on earth now calm and still
But you will find no friends to greet
On Featherson street, on Featherston street
credits
from Tintinnitus,
released May 23, 2016
Lyrics by Stephen Wordsmith
Vocals, composition and all instruments by Darci Strutt (soundcloud.com/darci-strutt)
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