Violent Times

05:08
Jen Cass
1996-11-23
Jen Cass

Story

A true story of crime and indifference. 

Lyrics

In darkness running down the alley, 1 a.m.

She turns in silence

When she sees its brick wall end

He’s coming closer she can almost see his face

Blue light upstairs shines down

On lines that time has traced

Dangerous silence, a prelude to violence

A warning bell that tolled without a sound

In violent times

 

He leaves the alley fighting back the urge to run

Stops for a drink

To take the edge off what he’s done

Bartender notices the scratch under his eye

Wonders why he would wear a suit without a tie

Pours him a double and asks,

“What’s the trouble?”

He says that he was mugged, bartender nods,

“Violent times.”

 

Was it so many years ago?

Unlocked our doors

And we could walk at night alone

Where’d that city go?

The man says, “Buddy, I’d sure like to know

Cure this cancer in my soul

That started many years ago

Violent times.”

 

Cop finds a body by the time the sun comes up

Silk tie that binds her is distinct, but not enough

Questions the neighbors

Only one man heard her yell

Turned up the TV, there was nothing much to tell

He wore a business suit, she was a prostitute

The witness says, “She got what she deserved.”

Violent times

 

News hits the back page of the paper

In small print

Bartender reads it, but he doesn’t get the hint

The cop comes in to have a whiskey on the sly

Bartender tells him ‘bout

The man mugged for his tie

“Came in as I was closing, cut eye,

Disheveled clothing,

His hands shook

When he tried to sign his check…

Violent times.”

Was it so many years ago?

Unlocked our doors

And we could walk at night alone

Where’d that city go?

The cop says, “Buddy, I’d sure like to know

Cure this cancer in my soul

That started many years ago…

Violent times.”

 

Across the river on the wealthy side of town

He grabs the Grand Mariner

And drinks a tall glass down

Deep in the basement

Bleaching blood out of his shirt

His wife is thankful that he wasn’t badly hurt

He smokes a cigarette, knows it’s not over yet

Knows that he’ll go out again tonight

Violent times

 

Was it so many years ago?

Unlocked our doors

And we could walk at night alone

Where’d that city go?

If I had the answers, I’d be whole

Cure this cancer in my soul

That started many years ago…ago…

Before these times