Acclimate or fall behind
It’s with or against them
The rising tides will continue to rise
The young are shadows of their future selves
They wither away from
A lack of sunlight
Like a plant in the ground
Hold tight
Wake swiftly to see the sun rise
Dark was the night
In the bus stop by the man
With the backlight
Moths and gnats they try
To pierce through
To taste the young blood
And though the plastic wouldn’t give
They could not give up
There are those who know the world
With a sense of its inner workings
They trust in their brains
And there are those who know themselves
Through books and fables, a rite of passage,
A fierce coat of arms
Judge not lest you might be judged
Truth is factual
They’re beasts abroad
Substance forms and fills the mold
Of rats and labradors
A maze above
Hold tight
Wake swiftly to see the sun rise
Dark was the night
In the bus stop by the man
With the backlight
Moths and gnats they try
To pierce through
To taste the young blood
And though the plastic wouldn’t give
They could not give up
The legendary Richard Thompson's new solo album exemplifies his many musical paths, from pop and cabaret to jazz to traditional folk. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 2, 2024