Built Then Burnt [Hurrah! Hurrah!] - Silver Mt. Zion

Dear brothers and sisters

dear enemies and friends

Why are we all so alone here

All we need is a little more hope, a little more joy

All we need is a little more light, a little less weight, a little more freedom.

If we were an army, and if we believed that we were an army

And we believed that everyone was scared like little lost children in their

grown up clothes and poses

So we ended up alone here floating through long wasted days, or great

tribulations.

While everything felt wrong

Good words, strong words, words that could’ve moved mountains

Words that no one ever said

We were all waiting to hear those words and no one ever said them

And the tactics never hatched

And the plans were never mapped

And we all learned not to believe

And strange lonesome monsters loafed through the hills wondering why

And it is best to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever wonder why

So tangle — oh tangle us up in bright red ribbons!

Let’s have a parade

It’s been so long since we had a parade, so let’s have a parade!

Let’s invite all our friends

And all our friends' friends!

Let’s promenade down the boulevards with terrific pride and light in our eyes

Twelve feet tall and staggering

Sick with joy with the angels there and light in our eyes

Brothers and sisters, hope still waits in the wings like a bitter spinster

Impatient, lonely and shivering, waiting to build her glorious fires

It’s because of our plans man;

our beautiful ridiculous plans

Let’s launch them like careening jetplanes

Let’s crash all our planes in the river

Let’s build strange and radiant machines at this jericho waiting to fall