My Brother Works for the CIA
Midnight Reflections: Unveiling the Shadows of a Brother's Dual Life
Lyrics
I'm still looking out your window, your shady tones of home
I observe your residence, marked by an atmosphere of secrecy and familiarity
Where dusty memories echo down like rain
Recalling old memories that linger like falling rain
And the years grow ever longer, the days go flying by
Time passes, days move swiftly, and the years feel prolonged
But I cant wait til you and I are finally home again
Eagerly anticipating the time when we can return home together
Well there ain't no easy answers when the circus is in town
Challenges arise without clear solutions when there's chaos around
Troubled juries hang each other dead
Legal proceedings are tumultuous, with conflicting judgments
And the TVs filled with poets, who only write in rhyme
Television features poets who adhere strictly to rhyming
And my brother works for the CIA when hes not doing time
Revealing that the speaker's brother is employed by the CIA, occasionally facing imprisonment
When comfort comforts no one, surrounded by your name
Comfort is elusive, and the speaker feels isolated despite being surrounded by familiarity
There is no one that I can talk to now
Expressing a sense of loneliness and a lack of someone to confide in
And this town is a painting, and I am but a dream
Portraying the town as a vivid painting and the speaker as a fleeting dream
So come live me outside the lonely fields of midnight may
Inviting someone to live beyond the desolate fields of midnight, suggesting an escape
Well there ain't no easy answers when the circus is in town
Reiteration of the absence of straightforward solutions during chaotic times
Troubled juries hang each other dead
Legal systems are in disarray, leading to mutual destruction
And the TVs filled with poets, who only write in rhyme
Highlighting poets on television who adhere to a rhyming style
And my brother works for the CIA when hes not doing time
Reaffirming the speaker's brother's association with the CIA and occasional legal troubles
And when the nighttime tricks me to believin' I'm the same
Nighttime illusions make the speaker feel akin to every barstool in a place
As every barstool in this god damn place
Expressing a sense of similarity to the mundane, seeking comfort
You come put your arms around me, slowly say my name
Invoking a comforting gesture, urging someone to say the speaker's name slowly
So come live with me outside the lonely fields of midnight may
Encouraging someone to live outside the isolating fields of midnight
Well there ain't no easy answers when the circus is in town
Reiteration of the absence of clear solutions during chaotic times
Troubled juries hang each other dead
Legal systems are in disarray, leading to mutual destruction
And the TVs filled with poets, who only write in rhyme
Highlighting poets on television who adhere to a rhyming style
And my brother works for the CIA when hes not doing time
Reaffirming the speaker's brother's association with the CIA and occasional legal troubles
Well there ain't no easy answers when the circus is in town
Reiteration of the absence of straightforward solutions during chaotic times
Troubled juries hang each other dead
Legal systems are in disarray, leading to mutual destruction
And the TVs filled with poets, who only write in rhyme
Highlighting poets on television who adhere to a rhyming style
And my brother works for the CIA when hes not doing time
Reaffirming the speaker's brother's association with the CIA and occasional legal troubles
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