New York from Skeletons by Hans Roofthooft

“I wrote a short fantasy story, something with aliens invading New York.
My dad took the idea and wrote a song about it. I’m sure he’ll give me credit for it.”

Please sit down for a while
Do you remember this town when it lived
Now it’s blown sky high
All died
There will be no happy ending, a new king applies
And I’m proud
More than he will ever know
A wonderful starchild aglow
And he’s writing his story down

So much he understands
Pages of words rolling out of his hand
There’s nothing you haven’t heard
All very worthwhile
A fantasy tale of New York

There’s a sound, very strange
He has to run for his life
He barely survives
And now
Somehow
He tries to tell everyone but of course not a soul can believe
The common folk, as usual, naive
It’s nothing one man could achieve
They don’t know what it’s all about

Now there’s only one more day to go
Before it all blows away
Every fountain will spray blood
As a writer he knows
Filling the pages with more
Putting a smile to my face as he goes

• Acoustic
• acoustic folk
• acoustic folk rock
• folk rock
• punk rock
• singer-songwriter
• Ranst