Jazzy-ish, funky-ish, but naturally mainly proggy-ish. A kind of reflection over media influence.
lyrics
Humming along to the frontpage news
A cupful of coffe and a morning blues
The sun was to rise about an hour ago
I thought the day had flown
An earful of hatred, an earful of crime, a dayful of memories of where it's at
At dawn of election they cry and remember
And then it's back to work
The pipes caress my ears
Sooth my heart with tears
Sweeten sights of home
Want my soul to moan
Rise or fall, there’s no between to choose
Without success you’re gonna lose
To earn your ways to dwell upon the hometown
They tend to catch you, pants down
An earful of hate, an earful of rate, an earful of rules that separate
With the risk of being shut out from
The airborn myths they rest upon
Seeping the flow and trying to catch the myth
The cry for money, fame and fortune by the writ
Seek the sun that’s sliding down the noon
Of ageing fashions waiting just to catch your gloom
An earful of things everyone will talk about
A mouthful of things noone ever sat throughout
A mindful of things we would give our lives to shout
A crowdful of biaS for whom to claim the fault
The pipe caress my ears
Sooth my heart with tears
Sweeten sights of home
Want my soul to moan
The tutors are out there for all newborn hybreeds
Waiting to cash in by the fear
The harder we try, the farther the roots
The mindless crowd prevails
A week of knowledge, minority wishes
The truth of the past is now a sham
It's easy to preach your ideal for justice
while in the state of choice
credits
from Jorm Is A World,
released July 4, 1977
Fredrik Andersson
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