After The Revolution

My take on something like a Neil Young song (“After The Goldrush” meets “Revolution Blues”?)

Dark modern electronic guitar rock

Well I woke in a cold sweat from a dreamless sleep
The winds were blowing papers through the empty streets
And the voices on the radio all saying we were free
Welcome to the new regime in 2013
This is what they call democracy in 2013

I was sitting in the apartment tower
Watching the news at 10
Justice would be shown on TV
They didn’t tell us when
I was thinking about you and thinking of my friends
The slogans ringing in my head
I was wondering what they meant

Fires burning by the empty cars in the underpass
I heard boots stepping through the plaza over broken glass
I saw the helicopters circling in the sky above, overcast
Hunting for the stragglers
Rounding up the last

Well, I’ll be laying low here for a while
Keep my head down
I’ll try to get a message to you
Or get out of town
They say good times are coming
Well I have my doubts
And I can’t help thinking
This is all my fault