Weasel company caught a round
On a routine training mission
Took out half the guys in the patrol
And no one here will talk about
Our perilous position
But the borderlands are out of our control
A piece of flying metal
Last Thursday afternoon
Dispatched a medic in the neighboring platoon
We put on our brave faces
We go through the paces
With what’s left of our composure
While the mortars keep falling
Closer and closer
The struggle, as we call it
Has been smoldering for years
They say my great granddaddy was a partisan
But all I’ve known was rumbling
From some far away frontier
Some fireworks away on the horizon
Now when the wind is quiet
You can hear across the sands
The terrifying rattle
Of the enemy’s advance
We hunker
In the bunker
Cause we can’t outflank disaster
And these mortars keep falling
Faster and faster
Sitting in a well-lit, immaculate, corporate
Weapons factory by the sea
There’s a shell,
A slice of hell
That’s earmarked just for me
We stare into the blackness
Timing the contractions
Looking for patterns in the violence
Between the screaming
And the screaming of the sirens
And the screaming silence
We sing hymns to the resistance
Our rifles in our hands
But we know that the resistance
Never stood a chance
We defy it
But we can’t deny it
It’s not even safe in the enclosure
And the mortars keep falling
Closer and closer
credits
from Eternity Resumes,
released November 1, 2018
ljg – acoustic and electric guitars, vocals
Michael Burns – drums
Daniel Fabricant – acoustic bass
Richard Cohan – keyboards
mixed by Paul Scriver
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