It plays in my head like a song lyric, so that is how I wrote it.
2062 – by George Knapp. (copyright George Knapp, 2018)
It is 2062 and I am 99 tomorrow
I lived all these years of worry and sorrow
Couldn’t fix things because I felt that I had somewhere lost power
Now I just know it keeps getting hotter and hotter
Taste your mouth, Taste your mouth
Try to feed it food and water
Taste your mouth, Taste your mouth
Try to speak a truth, not fodder
Taste your mouth, Taste your mouth
Should have said no to our fathers
Taste your mouth, Taste your mouth …. Taste… Your …. Mouth…….
And explain this to my daughter’s daughters
Clearly it’s gone way past hell
constantly changing except that damn smell
The riots and war
are things from before
Nature has left us to dig our own well
Taste your mouth, Taste your mouth
Try to feed it food and water
Taste your mouth, Taste your mouth
Try to speak a truth, not fodder
Taste your mouth, Taste your mouth
Should have said no to our fathers
Taste your mouth, Taste your mouth …. Taste… Your …. Mouth…….
And explain this to my daughter’s daughters
(Lyrical Bridge)
One day we had the chance to choose
Every day that you don’t, you lose
Lazy and wealthy we knew what was right
But we let those bastards manipulate the fight
Now they are all gone, yet we stare and remain
and wonder what she meant when she cried “to resist is in vain”.
(Musical Bridge) – insert here
Killing and dying, more frequent than crying
The snow caps and rivers and sky are frying
At least that is what most often has been said
How is it then, that I’m not quite yet dead?
Some one claimed, that I made up time being bold
That'a the first moment I laughed, since the killer grey mold.
Taste your mouth, Taste your mouth
Try to feed it food and water
Taste your mouth, Taste your mouth
Try to speak a truth, not fodder
Taste your mouth, Taste your mouth
Should have said no to our fathers
Taste your mouth, Taste your mouth …. Taste… Your …. Mouth…….
(pause)
What about our daughter’s daughters?
