
Date of issue: 13.03.1989
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Ringing of Revolution |
pre>g c g c In a building of gold, with riches untold, |
G c g — c Lived the families on which the country was founded. |
G c g c And the merchants of style, with their red velvet smiles, |
G em d Were there, for they also were hounded. |
G c g c And the soft middle class crowded in to the last, |
G em bm |
For the building was fully surrounded. |
G c g d7 g And the noise outside was the ringing of revolution. |
Sadly they stared and sank in their chairs |
And searched for a comforting notion. |
And the rich silver walls looked ready to fall |
As they shook in doubtful devotion. |
The ice cubes would clink as they freshened their drinks, |
Wet their minds in bitter emotion. |
And they talked about the ringing of revolution. |
We were hardly aware of the hardships they beared, |
For our time was taken with treasure. |
Oh, life was a game, and work was a shame, |
And pain was prevented by pleasure. |
The world, cold and grey, was so far away |
In the distance only money could measure. |
But their thoughts were broken by the ringing of revolution. |
The clouds filled the room in darkening doom |
As the crooked smoke rings were rising. |
How long will it take, how can we escape |
Someone asks, but no one’s advising. |
And the quivering floor responds to the roar, |
In a shake no longer surprising. |
As closer and closer comes the ringing of revolution. |
Softly they moan, please leave us alone |
As back and forth they are pacing. |
And they cover their ears and try not to hear |
With pillows of silk they’re embracing. |
And the crackling crowd is laughing out loud, |
Peeking in at the target they’re chasing. |
Now trembling inside the ringing of revolution. |
With compromise sway we give in half way |
When we saw that rebellion was growing. |
Now everything’s lost as they kneel by the cross |
Where the blood of christ is still flowing. |
To late for their sorrow they’ve reached their tomorrow |
And reaped the seed they were sowing. |
Now harvested by the ringing of revolution. |
In tattered tuxedos they faced the new heroes |
And crawled about in confusion. |
And they sheepishly grinned for their memoroes were dim |
Of the decades of dark execution. |
Hollow hands were raised; |
they stood there amazed |
In the shattering of their illusions. |
As the windows were smashed by the ringing of revolution. |
Down on our knees we’re begging you please, |
We’re sorry for the way you were driven. |
There’s no need to taunt just take what you want, |
And we’ll make amends, if we’re living. |
But away from the grounds the flames told the town |
That only the dead are forgiven. |
As they crumbled inside the ringing of revolution. |
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