Thomas Anderson

singer, songwriter, rock 'n' roller

The New Dark Ages

by Thomas Anderson

from the album Beyond That Point

They buried their money deep in the ground,

With plans to come back for it later;

But the sky was red and the time it was fleeting,

And they took their leave of their neighbors.

Come along little Suzy come along Uncle John,

I can smell the ash on the wind;

And the blue jay was right to laugh in our faces

For believing what we were told again.

They saw the flashes of jets in the sky,

Silent as the angels awaiting;

Bright as the jewels in the rings of the gods,

The gods gladly sold for their safety.

Everything's broken and beyond repair,

From the highways to the cells of our bodies;

And history will have a tale to tell,

And the new dark ages is what they will call it.

They heard the wolves come knock at the door,

And hunger come scratch at their window;

And the moon was no comfort and the river was rust,

And it spoke no word of decision.

Come along little Suzy come along Uncle John,

The order is all breaking down;

And reason is lost and falls with our cities,

The wolf tips his hat and dances through town.

The babel of voices left and fell silent

And a lonesome wind sang in the buildings;

And the doors to the heavens swung on their hinges,

In answer to all of our questions.

There is no reception and the towers are falling,

Or I would've called when I saw it;

Come along little Suzy come along Uncle John,

The new dark ages is what they will call it

All of your diamonds are rocks in a stream.

Your words are senility raving;

The coins in the fountain touch the eyes of the dead,

Left on the steps of the nation.

What age of reason can come through the night

Dressed in a skin that's still bleeding;

Dressed in the wings that you stole from the poor,

In the blindness of reason receding.

Come along little Suzy come along Uncle John,

Let us skip our stones on the highway;

As the angels sit watching on Hadrian's Wall,

Just doing their job in their silence.

When you awake in the far morning,

Torn by the stars that are falling;

And the green grass starts growing up through our memories,

The new dark ages is what they will call it.