New Year

It's a new year in an old house
 With more technology you'll never understand
 Break out your typewriter with your "thees" and "thous"
 Smearing old words with your old hands
 You'll call me Cassandra, I'll call you King James
 And all we write is true and all of it insane
 But the changing of the seasons
 Will forever stay the same, you say
 The infantry's retreating
 Like they knew how this would end
 Did you hear the Germans lost the war?
 I bet they could use a friend
 Right now supper's getting cold
 Right now God is growing old
 Right now dialect is evolving
 Outside of this house, or so I'm told
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 And it's a real fear for you and me
 Burning clothing just to keep the winter warm
 My fingers trace the gum line of a skeleton key
 Not caring whether it could open up the door
 And the faces at the window are children in the womb
 Black-eyed and still but growing every day
 You'll die on the outside, or die in this room either way
 Our infancy's receding
 We're a heartbeat from the end
 Did you hear the madmen lost the war?
 I bet they could use a friend
 Right now supper's getting cold
 Right now God is growing old
 Right now dialect is evolving
 Outside of this house, or so I'm told
 We're stockpiling warheads, we're stuck in the past
 Death is art, truth is beauty and the first shall be last
 You'll call me Athena, I'll call you Monet
 When the world is falling down, crumbling like clay
 We're hiding in caverns forgetting our names
 We dissolve in our mythology like blood in the rain
 And you'll call me the lion, I'll call you the lamb
 I am lost in all you are, you're alive for what I am