Richard Shindell — Satellites lyrics

Lyrics

Fire on the thoroughfare — no one’s going anywhere
They say these are but the vestiges, their banners look like bandages
A marytyr’s face, an acronym — beat the drum and sing the hymn
Struggle red and bible black — the riot squad is holding back
The nation lost an industry, someone closed a factory
The decision, unilateral, the damage done, collateral
The president was in a pinch: budget cuts or start to print
Basis points gone through the roof, now what’s a head of state to do?
High above without a sound
The satellites keep going round
An astronaut, the cameraman is drifting out in no man’s land
Tethered to the studio — Houston we are good to go
The hungry eye has got the feed, producer’s getting what he needs
The anchor asks: «will government cave in to local discontent?»
High above without a sound
The satellites keep going round
LCDs on trading floors in living rooms, appliance stores
LCDs at S&P, Moody’s and Fidelity
Somewhere there’s an average Joe opening an envelop
Somewhere a retiree is staring at a balance sheet
High above without a sound
The satellites keep going round