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“The Jet Age”

Music & Lyrics by Chris Orbach

In her orange room
She looks at me
Woefully mid-century
Through a curl she smiles, weaves a honeyed lie
A fable of the jet age gone awry

Spending all her years
Saying someone else’s lines
Knee-deep in one-way valentines
“What a drag”, she sighs -- “I don’t know where to start..”
A fable of the jet age torn apart

‘Cause Lady Liberty is drowning
Underneath the blackened skies
And the masters of the world
Lick their chops and fix their empty eyes
To break her weak and slender fingers
And take the book of all the saved
These days, it seems to me
This is how it feels to be
In the land of the fee
And the home of the caved

Making my escape
I turn my collar to the frost
Walking somewhere between Lexington and lost
Forget about that orange room, and all her parlor games
It’s a fable of the jet age
All gone
All gone up in flames.