A kind of bossa nova feeling song about a drifting individual that couldn't be less concerned with the chaos ensuing around him.
lyrics
Have you seen him? No we’ve not seen any
He holds kin to no one yet is the son of many
I guess you’d say he has that certain kind of face
That's somehow so familiar yet you cannot place
Chorus:
He goes and assumes that all the problems will solve all themselves
And that the weather will be warm
He’s the eye of the storm
He’s young and he’s free, no need to worry ‘bout the smut on TV
It gets too scary and what’s worse
He’s the center of the universe
Even drenched to the bone in a long shoreman’s sweater
He can lend you his arms to make you feel better
‘Bout yourself and he’ll need nobody else
He will need nobody else, he will need nobody else, nobody else
But you
Did you happen to catch the breaking news at 6?
It seems the local police force is up to their same dirty tricks
They got ‘em billy-clubbed and armored, all in a line
Don’t think we’re long for this country. Have we anymore time?
Chorus:
The Clydesdales will stomp right down on Storrow
And the people will run and if it happens tomorrow
He won’t care; He’s got the time to spare
And when the riots erupt, smash all the windows
The city will be theirs until the blue shows
He won’t steal; He keeps an even keel
When the winds of change make your friends projectiles
He will drift place to place but may stop for a while
At your home; This citizen unknown
You know I think I’ve seen him just around these parts
A kindly gent made of daisy chains and construction paper hearts
If you should see him again won’t you please send my regards?
‘Cause he rescued this soul just like a St. Bernard
Chorus:
And he goes and assumes that all the problems will solve all themselves
And that the weather will be warm
‘Cause he’s the eye of the storm
He’s young and he’s free, no need to worry ‘bout the smut on TV
It gets too scary and what’s worse
He’s the center of your universe
Naked as he was born, providing no answers
Show this child no scorn and he’ll give you the answers
To yourself, and you’ll need nobody else
credits
from Feral Children's Almanac,
released February 20, 2016
Written by Kevin Sinclair
Vocals, Guitar, Clave, shaker: Kevin Sinclair
Vocals, Bass: Katie Grealish
Other percussion: Curtis Killian
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