About this episode The Teller's Morning Tune offers a unique daily pilgrimage through current events, reimagining today's USA headlines as timeless folk ballads. Each morning, a seasoned storyteller's voice will transport you, revealing the ancient echoes within modern news and connecting you to the enduring human narratives that shape our world. Tune in to gain a profound, historically-rich perspective on the day's happenings, finding both familiarity and fresh insight in every verse.
0:00 In a tower of glass on a concrete isle0:03 A former king has stood his trial0:07 Thirty-four counts the foreman read0:11 For secrets kept and words unsaid0:15 The jury sat with faces grim0:19 A chapter closed, a future dim0:23 Down in Manhattan, the gavels fell0:26 Another story the ages will tell0:30 The newsman's ink has long run dry0:34 The screen it glows and feeds the eye0:38 But it's the same old tale of pride and fall0:42 The same old echo, answering the call0:46 The wheel it turns, the seasons bend0:49 No true beginning and no real end0:53 A different gold rush in the air0:57 For chips of silicon beyond compare1:01 Three trillion dollars for a single name1:05 That fuels the code and plays the game1:09 Nvidia's star, a burning sun1:12 A race for knowledge has begun1:16 They're building minds in metal frames1:20 And whispering digital, magic names1:24 The newsman's ink has long run dry1:28 The screen it glows and feeds the eye1:32 But it's the same old tale of pride and fall1:36 The same old echo, answering the call1:39 The wheel it turns, the seasons bend1:43 No true beginning and no real end1:47 On hardwood courts, a rookie's grace1:51 Draws every eye to that contested space1:55 Caitlin arrives, a lightning strike1:59 But veterans guard the lonely pike2:02 A welcome hard, a lesson learned2:06 For every dollar she has earned2:10 The game is rough, the game is old2:14 A hero's journey to unfold2:18 Meanwhile the sky is turning strange2:22 Across the midwest, the winds arrange2:25 A funnel cloud, a mournful sound2:29 That tears the rooftops from the ground2:33 The southern sun, a heavy hand2:37 Beats down upon a thirsty land2:41 Old Mother Earth just sighs and waits2:45 And rattles at our garden gates2:48 The newsman's ink has long run dry2:52 The screen it glows and feeds the eye2:56 But it's the same old tale of pride and fall3:00 The same old echo, answering the call3:04 The wheel it turns, the seasons bend3:08 No true beginning and no real end
