Feb 03, 2007 19:16
This song is even more depressing now than when I originally wrote it.
It used to be a sarcastic song which referred to others seeking the convenient lie. Now, I rather wish someone would tell me a convincing lie...
Cassandra, as I hope you all know, always prophesied correctly and was never believed. (the enemy across the sea can be the Greeks or a post climate change hurricane - take your pick)
SWEET CASSANDRA
Chorus
Oh, lie to me,
Sweet Cassandra lie to me.
Prophesy no enemy will come across the sea,
Oh, lie to me.
Where are the lands of heroes, the stories of the brave?
Where is fair Atlantis, that sank beneath the waves?
Where are all the people who lived in days of yore?
Who will tell their stories if we are no more?
Tell me there's no poverty, say the world is free,
Tell me there's no fighting, no one's a refugee,
Tell me there's no hunger, no illness we can't cure.
Say the world is happy - and say no more.
Tell me that the Green Crusade is really rather strange,
Tell me that the climate is never going to change,
Tell me that the oceans will never rise again,
Say I can ignore things, give me no blame.
climate change,
filk