Song Description
Socio-political observation in the style of Subterranean Homesick Blues but with a hip-hop style.
| Song Length |
3:03 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Rap - West Coast |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Male/Female |
| Mood |
Exultant, Outraged |
Subject |
Freedom |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Mighty Fall
Ian North, 2006
A little narcolepsy is a half-cocked sin
I got a dispensation for the émigré doctrine
Cut the hypodermic with some espionage
There's an accordion of boredom in the asphalt garage
With a marigold manual and a leopard's might
I'm a wetback anchorman in a deadlocked fight
Is God the wit who colourized the microcosm
Bashed the amanita with a hessian requisition
Who cares, who cares if the mighty never fall
The pope of Fort Worth is scratching his hat
Wondering how the Buddha got so fat
Preaching to the choir in his letter of intent
While the multiplex is reaching for the enlightenment
In the hitchhikers' camp contrivances collect
A Quechua catechesis could disinfect the index
The apocalypse purrs in your demon religion
You're putting out the jargon but you're only the pigeon
Who cares, who cares if the mighty never fall
I took a buzz-saw out to the woodpile
I made the world's biggest xyl-
Ophone, I sent a tone to the towers
These are the powers that wire the sky to the stone
Up on the hill we killed the king, so sing
I am a red herring staring ar the sky
And I can tell you why the sky is blue
But can you tell me why blue is blue
Who cares, who cares if the mighty never fall