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Smokestacks and Steeples

from Where The Galleon Sank by Kobo Town

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Mark Twain once said "history doesn't repeat itself...but it rhymes." Like recurring refrains in a song, so many of the political quarrels and culture wars of our time are really the latest skirmishes in a clash of worldviews that began a very long time ago. It is easy to feel that our problems and struggles are unique to our time, but a quick look back always reminds us that there is nothing new under the sun

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Smokestacks, not steeples, towered over the people
no bells, now whistles kept the time
and men sought nothing higher than sated desire
while neon, not fire, lit the signs

it was a time very like our own
when gods and princes were overthrown
it was a time very like our own
when gods and and princes were overthrown
it was an age when things were rearranged
put the devils out of sight and the heaven's within range
for some it was wonder, for others passing strange
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smokestacks, not steeples, towered over the people
no bells, now whistles kept the time
and men no longer wanted a world that was haunted
still haunted by the divine

it was a time very like our own
when long held customs were outgrown
young men in boots marched to new absolutes
trying to pull the tree up by the roots
they sought relief in the arms of unbelief
but the emptiness that followed send them rushing after dreams
which paraded down their promenades, went dancing across their screens
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bridge:
and prophets of doom said the end would come soon
we'd fade into the night just like the waning of the moon
and sour statisticians said we were running out of room
there was no light to pierce the gloom.

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from Where The Galleon Sank, released February 10, 2017

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KOBO TOWN Toronto, Ontario

Founded by Trinidadian-Canadian Drew Gonsalves, Kobo Town is named after the historic neighborhood in Port-of-Spain where calypso was born. Kobo Town takes the intricate wordplay of Caribbean music and runs it through a 21st Century filter. In the world of Kobo Town calypso, roots reggae, and acoustic instrumentation meet innovative production techniques, social commentary and indie rock attitude. ... more

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