Ben already beat me to the punch with quoting this song in his link round up, and Dan over at An und für sich has offered an excellent analysis of the politics of the suburbs, but I wanted to post it anyway, as I've yet to include lyrics from Arcade Fire in this series. I have little to add to the immediate and expanding reaction and commentary to this (only most recent) extraordinary release from one of the best bands making music today; buy the album, see them live (an incredible experience!), share it with others, so on and so forth.Here's a live recording of the song, though without video, and check out David's review of the band live this month. Enjoy!
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City With No Children
By Win Butler (of Arcade Fire)
The summer that I broke my arm
I waited for your letter
I have no feeling for you now
Now that I know you better
I wish that I could have loved you then
Before our age was through
And before a world war does with us whatever it will do
Dreamt I drove home to Houston
On a highway that was underground
There was no light that we could see
As we listened to the sound of the engine failing
I feel like I've been living in
A city with no children in it
A garden left for ruin by a millionaire inside of a private prison
You never trust a millionaire quoting the sermon on the mount
I used to think I was not like them
but I'm beginning to have my doubts
My doubts about it
When you're hiding underground
The rain can't get you wet
But do you think your righteousness could pay the interest on your debt?
I have my doubts about it
I feel like I've been living in
A city with no children in it
A garden left for ruin by a billionaire inside of a private prison
I feel like I've been living in
A city with no children in it
A garden left for ruin by and by as I hide inside of my private prison
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