Settle Down © von robinson 2007
Adam Smith’s daughter plays on Broadway
In purple and pink
Cartoon cleavage and a cotton candy wink
A not-so-invisible hand pays her rent
She’s a symbol of brand
And that’s money well-spent!
It’s the social symphony!
Penetrating all we see is Smith’s unfurling shaft of greed
And it rapes “guys and dolls” in our town
So flee into the Hudson River moonlight
North and west are twinkletowns
One strung along rails
We’ll be safe out there
Maybe even live off of the grid
We’ll settle down!
Where they’ve got a name for the things that they like
And they like all the things
With the names that they know very well
Soon we’ll believe in the same things
Or at least have the decency
Not to say the things that we mean
It’s the social symphony!
Stanley drove another wedge into the consecrated hedge
As he went on and on
About the continental drift from Mexico to our town
Oh, such fury its time we all just settle down!
It’s the social symphony!
Stanley drove another nail into this cautionary tale
So we moved on and out
To find a simple life with some communal romance
Oh such hurry to find a place to settle down!
So out of the outskirts and into the exurbs
The synthetic veneer
That seals the surface of America’s frontier
We’re pirates of sorts, swabbing new wooden decks
Where life’s as sterilized as our super-sized home built on spec
It’s the social symphony!
The gated neighborhood with walls that’s near a fine suburban mall
that transplants guys and dolls as neutered crops
in sterile soil once called prime farmland
Up and out are twinklelights
one scattered in the night
is it safe out there?