About this episode In 'The Wires Keep Humming,' the storyteller weaves today's headlines into a timeless folk ballad, capturing the heartbeat of current events with age-old rhythm and rhyme. Through this lyrical recounting, listeners glimpse the enduring human spirit behind headlines about technology, politics, and society, reminding us that history's stories are ever-repeating. The song invites reflection on how modern news echoes the ancient tales of hope, struggle, and resilience that shape our shared human journey.
0:00 In a New York hall where the air was tight0:05 Thirty-four charges, brought into the light0:11 A former king's ledger, a story to sell0:16 The foreman stood silent, then rang the bell0:22 Guilty, the whisper that turned to a roar0:27 A line has been crossed that's been untouched before0:33 The ink's on the paper, July waits its turn0:38 Another hard lesson the powerful must learn.0:44 Oh, the wires keep humming a tune I have known0:50 Of the seeds of the tempest that we have all sown0:55 From the halls of the courthouse to the dust of the plains1:01 The old, old story, it always remains.1:06 The sun beats on Texas, a merciless eye1:12 While the silicon prophets reach for the sky1:17 A digital ghost in a thinking machine1:23 The richest new harvest the world's ever seen1:29 But the wind has no master, it tears through the corn1:34 A furious warning since the world was first born1:40 The sirens are wailing, the screens are all glowing1:45 One fortune is rising, another is blowing.1:51 Oh, the wires keep humming a tune I have known1:56 Of the seeds of the tempest that we have all sown2:02 From the halls of the courthouse to the dust of the plains2:07 The old, old story, it always remains.2:13 And the ships in the harbor, they carry the steel2:19 For a war far away that feels all too real2:24 We argue in circles of what's right and what's wrong2:30 While the weary old world just keeps singing its song.2:35 Oh, the wires keep humming a tune I have known2:41 Of the seeds of the tempest that we have all sown2:46 From the halls of the courthouse to the dust of the plains2:52 The old, old story, it always remains.
