From the recording High Tea for Poets/Father Time (2CD-Pak)
Jeff Cannon: All vocals, acoustic guitar, bass, harmonica, organ
Adam Steinberg: Electric guitars
John Mettam: Drums and percussion
Recorded 2012-13, Brooklyn Recording, Brooklyn, NY; Primary Sound, Bloomington, IN; Adam Steinberg, Boston, MA.
JDC: About the isolation of mediated living where we see life through a screen.
Lyrics
Turn of the Century
Wake up the family,
Tell them that there’s just enough time,
Do you remember me?
No, I’m not the enemy,
I’m the mess of humanity,
I stay up all nght,
I don’t want your charity,
And I don’t wanna’ fight,
I would give anything for some real time,
Time, real time, realtime.
What’s that you’re telling me?
You think I’m not on your side?
You say you’re all alone,
I say that’s just this broken home,
Let it break like a headline about life on the run,
It's a race for the endline at a million to one,
We would give anything under the sun,
But there’s no time, there’s no time, No realtime,
Watching the world on TV
Don’t think I can change what’s in front of me
I never meant to agree at the turn of the century.
So now, my new friend,
What’s keepin’ you up at night?
Stuck in the fast lane?
No room to complain?
I don’t blame them for tryin’,
They don’t want no feedback,
In this game love is dyin',
It’s a matter of fact,
What would take to bring all of it back?
Time, real time, realtime.
Watching the world on TV
Don’t think I can change what’s in front of me
I never meant to agree at the turn of the century
At the turn of the century
At the turn of the century