Peter Von Poehl - Parliament lyrics

My trumpets are down The wind callously composed The guitar is gone And the rest of the band transposed But i stick to single notes And things i understand I'm still a stranger in this land So i put on some Parliament And i'm walking my soul For another block Picking arguments With the bills on the wall While the beat goes on My conductor is deaf And the melody has been mislaid The theatre is locked up And the last bar has been played I rush through an empty alley With the wind playing behind The revolutionary kind So i put on some Parliament And i'm walking my soul For another block Picking arguments With the bills on the wall While the beat goes on My drums lost their beat And the singers have aching throats Stamping their feet Quite incorruptible But do i hear the trumpets rise And pages being turned? Maybe that's why i'm this concerned So i put on some Parliament And i'm walking my soul For another block Picking arguments With the bills on the wall While the beat goes on