Lyrics

Good Friday at Little Rock


The hotel shades are clouded with the mildew of the ages
Tar roofs black and empty shadow single storey businesses
Hanging by a thread before sidewalks cracked and broken
Devoid of any meaning, or a symbol, or a token
Of human aspiration beyond simple plain survival
And the only sound to be heard is down at the church revival
Down in Little Rock

As homeless walk the sidewalks and do lazy shuffle dancing
As papers in the breezes through an empty gaze are blowing
There’s a feeling of beleaguered poverty inside the cradle
You could say they should be working if they were willing, if they were able
But I don’t think that facile explanation holds the key
The ultimate conclusion could be there for you or me
In Little Rock

A threat pervades the heartland hidden in a ruin
Like the cold and steely sky that covers western Arkansas and ventures over you in
High rises and church steeples
And permeates the marrow and the lifeblood of the people
So passes this Good Friday, or at least you call it “good’
You won’t have trouble parking, or at least you never should
Down in Little Rock



© Andrew Pearson/04-96/Boosh Music BMI