the final hours of a man who has lived an antiseptic life, always viewing reality from behind
protective barriers, never interacting with the world outside, a world collapsing from
pestilence and civil war. inspired in part by the final scene of antonioni's film, the passenger,
in which a man who has exchanged his own life for that of a dead man waits in an andulusian hotel
room for assasins to arrive and kill him,, this man who is already dead. and whose impressions
of the world are the images on the other side of the window through which he watches life pass by.
he has lived in a world of screens, and has never been part of the picture he observes, always
keeping his safe distance from the wars, the riots, the sick and the insane, and now the life inside is dwindling
and the observer becomes the observed
lyrics
dawn is breakimg i hear a cry
another sleeping man has died
the sky is swarming with dragonflies
on the other side of the window
on the other side of the window
bayonets in a long grey line
i never should have done what i did
but sometimes i just lose my mind
church bells ring when the reverend calls "bingo
shoes hanging off the telephone wire
gangland wars between the catholics and the gringos
on the other side of the window
lines of ailing people trying to beat the clock
a ragman passes by pushing an empty cart
the cops are standing by waiting for the riot to start
on the other side of the wndow
on the other side of the window
people are seeking others for satisfaction
breaking all the lawa of attraction
finding universal dissatisfaction
to stay safe within the boundaries of tradition
or run howling down the highway to perdition
the poison of purity in the lie of a nation
chasing happiness through self-annihilation
on the other side of the window
i see a little girl and an old man
a woman who knows the situation,
yet doesnt understand
i hit my head n the ceiling and get knocked out cold
than i float like a blind man in limbo
i open my eyes but there is nothing left to see
on the other side of the window
on the other side of the window
there is nothing for me to see
but from the other side of the window
something is peeking in at me
credits
from Song-A-Day,
released July 3, 2019
written and performed by bill white
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