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Lissin
· Jun 5, 2026
Morning News Ballad
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The Ballad of Today
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The Ballad of Today
0:00
In a Manhattan court of stone and glass,
0:05
A former king, his moment come to pass.
0:10
Thirty-four charges read aloud and slow,
0:16
For a secret payment from a life ago.
0:21
Twelve regular folks, with faces worn and plain,
0:26
Weighed the fate of a man who'd made it rain.
0:32
The gavel fell, a silence filled the room,
0:37
Sealing one more chapter of the boom and doom.
0:42
Oh, the ink runs black on the morning page,
0:48
Another actor on a turning stage.
0:53
From the halls of power to the prairie ground,
0:58
The same old story keeps on comin' 'round.
1:04
The wind just blows, the river flows,
1:09
And a travelling soul is all who knows.
1:14
The price of bread is climbing to the sky,
1:20
The men in suits just watch the futures fly.
1:25
A family counts its pennies, thin and worn,
1:30
Praying for a less expensive morn.
1:36
They see the screens, the powerful and proud,
1:41
While their own worries whisper in the crowd.
1:47
The interest holds, a dam against the tide,
1:52
With nowhere left for simple dreams to hide.
1:57
Oh, the ink runs black on the morning page,
2:03
Another actor on a turning stage.
2:08
From the halls of power to the prairie ground,
2:13
The same old story keeps on comin' 'round.
2:19
The wind just blows, the river flows,
2:24
And a travelling soul is all who knows.
2:29
The young ones camp upon the college green,
2:35
For a distant war they've only ever seen.
2:40
While down in Texas, sirens start to wail,
2:45
As a twister's fist rips through the morning's veil.
2:51
One storm of words, another one of wind,
2:56
Where does this story end, where did it begin?
3:01
Oh, the ink runs black on the morning page,
3:07
Another actor on a turning stage.
3:12
From the halls of power to the prairie ground,
3:17
The same old story keeps on comin' 'round.
3:23
The wind just blows, the river flows,
3:28
And a travelling soul is all who knows.
