Zeitgeist Crimes from Queen Tide by Gladsome Throng

Zeitgeist Crimes

How are you doing with the siren of the deep?
Does she whisper sweetness, does she turn her songs to shrieks?
Seeing just a mirage, an image of yourself,
A reminder of what is missing, hidden from your life.

It seems that she is waiting on the boat, the fence, the street,
Really it is your shadow, aching to be revealed.
If it is a mystery and hidden from your view,
How can you ask another to be that way too?

And so she gets it wrong, in spite of all her trying,
She comes to you a train wreck, with eyes a black hole skyline,
Looks as if she should be gone, nothing new to find.
You have come to think you are master, of the spirit, of the times,
And have a zeitgeist swagger, you smile when they tremble,
Because you make the rules, then you bend and break them.

Then will come ten wounded ones, to meet you in the night,
Ten candles you will see, though you may rub your eyes,
Will creep into the quietness, then they pierce your mind,
The silence breaks your ear drums, no one can hear your cries.

Swing for the Zeitgeist crime,
In the dark no one will swagger,
Songs for the Zeitgeist crime,
Ten sirens with their candles.
Sing for the Zeitgeist crime,

• Alternative
• Spoken Word
• ambient electronica experimental
• Sydney