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  1. Saltiest Cloister (saltiestcloister@quitter.im)'s status on Tuesday, 07-Aug-2018 15:23:12 EDT Saltiest Cloister Saltiest Cloister
    https://theparklandworker.org/2018/05/10/thats-how-every-empire-falls-john-prine/
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      That’s How Every Empire Falls – John Prine
      By ADR

       

      Caught a train from Alexandria
      Just a broken man in flight
      Running scared with his devils
      Saying prayers all through the night
      Oh but mercy can’t find him
      Not in the shadows where he calls
      Forsaking all his better angels
      That’s how every empire falls

      The bells ring out on Sunday morning
      Like echoes from another time
      All our innocence and yearning
      and sense of wonder left behind
      Oh gentle hearts remember
      What was that story? Is it lost?
      For when religion loses vision
      That’s how every empire falls.

      He toasts his wife and all his family
      The providence he brought to bear
      They raise their glasses in his honor
      Although this union they don’t share
      A man who lives among them
      Was still a stranger to them all
      For when the heart is never open
      That’s how every empire falls

      Padlock the door and board the windows
      Put the people in the street
      “It’s just my job,” he says “I’m sorry.”
      And draws a check, goes home to eat
      But at night he tells his woman
      “I know I hide behind the laws.”
      She says, “You’re only taking orders.”
      That’s how every empire falls.

      A bitter wind blows through the country
      A hard rain falls on the sea
      If terror comes without a warning
      There must be something we don’t see
      What fire begets this fire? Like torches thrown into the straw
      If no one asks, then no one answers
      That’s how every empire falls.

      The dark and distant drumming
      The pounding of the hooves
      The silence of everything that moves
      Late at night you’ll see them
      Decked out in shiny jewels
      The coming of the caravan of fools

      Like the wings of a dove
      The waiter’s white glove
      Seems to shimmer by the light of the pool
      Some dull, blinding winner
      When you can’t help but lose
      You’re running with the caravan of fools

      The caravan of fools, caravan of fools
      You’re running with the caravan of fools

      Love and devotion
      Deep as any ocean
      Don’t play by anybody’s rules
      With your carousel of horses
      And your unforeseen forces
      You’re running with the caravan of fools

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