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It's been a while, but I finally wrote and recorded a new song, called "Fiddle While We Burn"... just in time for the Climate Summit in Copenhagen. I dedicate this one to Stephen Harper. Click here to listen, click "Read More" to see the lyrics.
Fiddle While We Burn
Copyright 2009 Dylan Bell, SOCAN/BMI
A little piece of “Apocalyptic Whimsy”: I seem to have this strange habit of dressing up dark lyrics in a bouncy, playful musical setting. This one started out with an article I read about the decline of the Roman Empire: the author, a geologist, theorized that the collective erratic behaviour that led to the collapse was caused by years of lead poisoning. Naturally this brought to mind the phrase “fiddle while Rome burns”: it wasn’t a great leap to see the comparisons today. I dedicate this one to Stephen Harper.
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I read a story, a while ago Told about the Fall of Rome Crazy days… Horses in the Senate, blood in the wine Lady Rome in slow decline Big Fat Nero in the centre of it all Fiddling while Rome burned
The story said it was the lead: Poison lead meant poisoned heads (or so I read) Lead in the plumbing, poisoning the wine Sanity in slow decline Lead went liquid in the centre of it all Trickling while Rome burned
And they all joined hands, and fiddled while it burned And they all joined hands, and fiddled while it burned
I read a story about the Plague Seven hundred years ago: Did you know? Shout-outs to Heaven, wafers and the wine Couldn’t slow the wrath this time Black Armageddon, the ending of it all Fiddling while Rome burned
And they all joined hands, and fiddled while it burned And they all joined hands, and fiddled while it burned ‘Cause they’d come right back to the point of no return So they all joined hands, and fiddled while they burned…
I read a story yesterday Summer’s never going away (or so they say) Suntans in winter, icicles in June Oceans rising to the moon We all stand naked in the pressure-cooker sun Thinking that we won’t get burned
So turn it up a few degrees Bring a planet to its knees Blame the fella in his monster SUV Blame everybody else, but don’t blame me I got my head buried firmly in the sand Thinking that I won’t get burned.
And we all join hands, and fiddle while it burns And we all join hands, and fiddle while it burns ‘Cause we’ve come right back to the point of no return So let’s all join hands, and fiddle while we burn…