Piñataland

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Sure. Time will tell. That’s not question I asked
Do you believe that something is wrong?
I feel the need to take lots of photographs
Just in case I wake up to find everything’s gone

And it seems these days there are lots of omens for sad reminders
History chips away
And I’ve heard great talk of how evil times are all far behind us
Everything’s OK

So we build, build, build. Third floor has disappeared
Dogs bark blind, waiting for dust to clear
Build build build ‘til we have parks and greens
Still the trucks cover familiar scenes

And everyone knows what Delilah’s been thinking
We’ve had the same thoughts on our own
We pass by the houses and look in the windows to see if there’s anyone home
But no one is home

“Delilah”, I said, “It’s simply not over yet.”
“Do you really believe this means everything’s lost?”
The quieter the nights, the closer it gets
‘Til there’s nobody left who can figure the cost

And it seems these days there are lots of omens for sad reminders
History chips away
And I’ve heard great talk of how evil times are all far behind us
These are the good days
These are good days

So we build build build. Second floor ripped away
By talking heads soldered to metal frames
Build, build, build ‘til all the birds have flown
Find cats homes while we still have our own

And everyone knows what Deliliah’s been thinking
In times like this we’ve second sight
The pet shop is closing soon I will be moving
I’m sure things will turn it alright
They’ll turn out alright
Turn out alright

Dave Wechsler—vocals, piano, accordion and vocals
Doug Stone—vocals and guitar
Bill Gerstel—drums
Meredith Yayanos—violin
Dave Dorbin—tuba

Robert Moses speaking about the proposed Cross Bronx Expressway, 1952

David Wechsler