It’s a day like all the others in the big town
among the skyscrapers, the sky is blue and she knows, she knows,
yes, Miss Jones she knows
the sun belongs to the whole mankind
Heaven is no place for miss Jones / i said hell is not a place for miss Jones chorus
heaven is no place for miss Jones / i said lower than this you cannot go
Miss Jones trudges with her shopping cart, among the bowery and the bars
her belly pushes her house among Manhattan’s clubs
ooh oooh, she raises lightly her head
ooh oooh, the town is always partying
no, she’s not invited: black, dark, wrong
just a name and a date on a torn yellow paper
oooh oooh my name is Miss Jones
oooh oooh i am Miss Jones
she watches goddessess stepping out of Limo and Ferraris
with a blurred makeup far beyond 6am
with flawless Gucci Chanel Prada smiles
she feels wrong, her only sky is the concrete
she drags on a cross of ignorance and misery
nothing serious for those writing history
billions like her dream of common lives
paying their lives to be in the news
just a number, a name, just a number, just that
for banks, government, television
worthless merchandise, cannon fodder
data to be digested, not real people
there’s a new sun in the sky, she raises her head high
september breaks down in pieces, the party freezes
another violent sun fills the boulevards with ashes
she grins, so you’re mortals too
credits
from L'esercito del sole,
released February 7, 2011
Zanna : Vocals
MattiaC: Synths of doom
Kappah: additional programming
Railster: additional programming
ReddKaa: Guitars, Programming
FVG Gospel Choir: Choir
Live recordings: Manhattan Subway, NY | Unknown Lexington station hobo singing, 14 luglio 2002
An ambitious pop song cycle about human loneliness and fear, thick with harmonies and buoyed by tight musicianship. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 27, 2018
