Jump (from a broken country, without a parachute)

 

Jump (from a broken country, without a parachute)
A song which is the musical equivalent of brutalist architecture. It has an industrial flavour and is something of a departure for me. I wrote it around 2017 while watching my country tear itself apart.

 

We used to live in another time,
A time of rhyme and reason.
But Captain Sensible has walked the plank
And the clowns have put the squeeze on.

Into the fire, into the fire
Into the fire, with unbridled desire.

You ask me how it came to this
This cold, unforgiving place.
We've taught ourselves to sacrifice
The common good for our selfish space.

Jump... jump... just believe that you can fly.
Jump... jump... worst case, you'll just die.

Forged in our own factories
Are the tools that will destroy us
We're eaten from the inside out
By our own deluded paranoias.

Into the fire, into the fire
Onto the pyre, we can't climb any higher.

Now the universal energy
Has traversed from plus to minus
And we've lost all sense of synergy
That we once hoped would define us.

Jump... jump... you don't know how far you'll fall.
Jump... jump... if you die you'll take us all.

Jump... jump... jump... jump...
Take a flying leap...

© Alan Wrigley Apr 2019