Fanfare for the Pathetic Loser

by The Proud Flesh

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released November 7, 2016

Patrick Dalton: words, guitar
Alexander Burnet: banjo
Sam Carlson: drums
Jon Watanabe: bass

Art by Sara Scranton

Engineered by Patrick Dalton

Thanx to Mike Sivak for song seed

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Track Name: Fanfare for the Pathetic Loser
There's a million dollar man with a dime store suntan
Begging me to sign away my will
He's dropping fifty dollar words off at the local blood bank
Written on a seven dollar bill
And he couldn't tell the truth if he was held at gunpoint
But his lies are told with such aplomb
He says black is really white
He says left is really right
He says 'don't you worry, learn to love the bomb.'

And he rode here on the coattails of a used car salesman
Y'know the shit don't fall far from the dog
As he's paving paradise with all the finest pavement
He kneels before the altar of his god
His god is one of hunger that cannot be sated
One whose paradise cannot be found
Where the trains all run on time
And there's diamonds in the mine
But the trees won't bring to bear the poisoned ground

And the ramparts that we watch are falling down
In this bread and circus, dog and pony town
20/20 retrospect
tell me what did you expect
Heavy-handed is the man who wears the crown

Tell me what're you gonna dream when all your dreams are beached whales
Cast aside, derided and deferred
Who’re you gonna blame when all your rousing speeches drive the mob to carpet bomb the earth
Yes and how will you account for all that wasteland’s wanting, starving like a martyr in a cell
With the grapes upon the vines
Left to wither up and die
Oh you're east of Eden but you're west of hell

And you left the fruit to rot upon the vine
You left the whale to rot upon the shore
This land is your land
Better strike up the band
Cause there is no California anymore