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· May 18, 2026
Morning News Ballad
The Same Old Sky
A Ballad of the Daily News
The Same Old Sky
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A Ballad of the Daily News
0:00
Gather 'round and listen close, I'll sing of what the wire shows
0:05
Down by the Potomac's shore, they're locking up the government's door
0:11
The Speaker's gavel tries to land, on shifting ground and moving sand
0:17
They talk of debts and closing gates, while the nation holds its breath and waits
0:23
Another deadline, another fight, beneath the Capitol's cold dome light.
0:29
Oh, the wheel it turns and turns again
0:35
Just different names for the sun and rain
0:41
The headlines shout, the ink runs dry
0:47
Beneath the same old endless sky
0:52
A story told, a song I've sung
0:58
Since this old, weary world was young.
1:04
The price of bread, a heavy sigh, the numbers from the Fed run high
1:10
They hope to cool a burning fire, by choking out the heart's desire
1:16
A working man just shakes his head, thinks of the words a chairman said
1:22
About a pain that must be borne, to greet a brighter, distant morn
1:28
He feels the pinch, he knows the cost, of something gained and something lost.
1:34
Oh, the wheel it turns and turns again
1:39
Just different names for the sun and rain
1:45
The headlines shout, the ink runs dry
1:51
Beneath the same old endless sky
1:57
A story told, a song I've sung
2:03
Since this old, weary world was young.
2:09
And now they build a thinking ghost, from coast to shining, worried coast
2:15
A mind of code and silicon thread, to raise the smart or replace the dead
2:21
While western winds blow hot and strange, a sign of seasons out of range
2:26
The smoke it rises from the plains, another test of what remains.
2:32
Oh, the wheel it turns and turns again
2:38
Just different names for the sun and rain
2:44
The headlines shout, the ink runs dry
2:50
Beneath the same old endless sky
2:56
A story told, a song I've sung
3:02
Since this old, weary world was young.
