Harmonic

Whine of the wheels
against the rails
rings out like a bowed harmonic
Pitch flattens and fades, echoes and trails
The further away,
the less that I care
A philosophical tranquilizer
to deal with the pain of becoming aware
of the perennial war
for dominion and gold
Not fought so hard as to kill
but to keep us in need and under control
Our movements are fixed
Same circuit repeats
The sound of the drills and compressors
The sight of the same people walking the street
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Money don't make us men
Money ain't wealth 'til it's well spent
Money won't keep us safe
When the river rises (o'er its banks)
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All that we do
and all that we say
radiate like waves
Carving our names on the astral plane
Grooves set in wax
The needle is time
Playing the same sad song
again and again, in round and in rhyme
Money don't make us men
Money ain't wealth 'til it's well spent
Money won't keep us safe
When the river rises (o'er its banks)
Money don't make us men
Money ain't wealth 'til it's well spent
Money won't keep us safe
When the river rises (o'er its banks)