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Neil Gaiman – Leonard Cohen
Itâs coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
Itâs coming from the feel
that this ainât exactly real,
or itâs real, but it ainât exactly there.
From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens night and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the gay:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Itâs coming through a crack in the wall;
on a visionary flood of alcohol;
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I donât pretend to understand at all.
Itâs coming from the silence
on the dock of the bay,
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of Chevrolet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Itâs coming from the sorrow in the street,
the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal bitchinâ
that goes down in every kitchen
to determine who will serve and who will eat.
From the wells of disappointment
where the women kneel to pray
for the grace of God in the desert here
and the desert far away:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.
Itâs coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
Itâs here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and itâs here they got the spiritual thirst.
Itâs here the familyâs broken
and itâs here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Itâs coming from the women and the men.
O baby, weâll be making love again.
Weâll be going down so deep
the riverâs going to weep,
and the mountainâs going to shout Amen!
Itâs coming like the tidal flood
beneath the lunar sway,
imperial, mysterious,
in amorous array:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Sail on, sail onâ¦
Iâm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I canât stand the scene.
And Iâm neither left or right
Iâm just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But Iâm stubborn as those garbage bags
that Time cannot decay,
Iâm junk but Iâm still holding up
this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.