Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daniel Romano
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Romano
Composer
Lyrics
Among you now what cry is this that rattles at the throat,
The money you fell heir to will not long keep afloat,
It’s much too late for spirit or the insight one converts,
The mold is growing over in the places you pervert.
Decision has a vicious way of doubling as a threat,
When you hammer through the folk who’s very faces you forget,
You can call it occupation but you cannot call It care,
All your blood is in your belly and your veins are filled with air.
How ill thy world is ordered,
Called the vision of contempt,
How ill thy world is ordered,
With thine graciousness exempt,
How ill thy world is ordered,
As a straying child, unkempt,
How ill thy world,
How ill thy world,
How ill thy world is ordered.
Rot among the children in the garden as they sing,
The curtain falls on only those who live to pull the string,
The head pounds like a room full of a hundred bands of brass,
As you walk along the shoulders of a hungry huddled mass.
Never has your heart burned true to form a sacred braid,
For a true love has no value in the currency you’ve made,
A heart unloved or loving makes the body marred and tense,
A stone of plenty wherewithal and wild extravagance.
How ill thy world is ordered,
As the times of long before,
How ill thy world is ordered,
Spills a refuse and a gore,
How ill thy world is ordered,
Empty notes upon on the floor,
How ill thy world,
How ill thy world,
How ill thy world is ordered.
Why the sudden grief now that you’ve reached the final act,
Reinventing justice for to spare and to abstract,
The truth about your history is not one you can deceive,
In this time of toil you’ll be the only one to grieve.
Now in all of your assets have you anything to give,
Have you scrapped the golden sewage from the small cracks in the sieve,
And when you hear the symphony of Gabriel’s golden horn,
No golden tear will honour you, for money never mourns.
How ill thy world is ordered,
Filthy wisdom of the crow,
How ill thy world is ordered,
Masked in vanity and woe,
How ill thy world is ordered,
And perhaps you’ll never know,
How ill thy world,
How ill thy world,
How ill thy world is ordered.
Written by: Daniel Romano
