No-One Knows Nothing Anymore / Song Of The Iceberg

20th April 2013
Billy Bragg
Cooking Vinyl 7” white vinyl FRY603
Number of discs: 1

Deep down in the underground
Atoms spinning round and round
Scientists monitor readings
Searching for the Holy Grail:
The particle – or at least a trail –
Of the one that gives the Universe it’s meaning

But what if there’s nothing?
No big answers to find?
What if we’re just passing through time?

No-one knows nothing any more
Nobody really knows the score
Since nobody knows anything
Lets break it down and start again

What happens when the markets drop?
If the numbers really don’t add up?
Everyone seeks a safe haven
As they contemplate their ruin
The self-proclaimed smartest people in the room
Are trying very hard not to sound craven

But what if there’s nothing?
No pot of gold to find?
Only the blind leading the blind?

Lets stop pretending
We can manage our way out of here
Lets stop defending the indefensible
Let stop relying on the hectoring of the experts
Whose spin just makes our plight incomprehensible

High up on a mountain top
Somebody with a skinhead crop
Is thinking deep thoughts for us all
Serenity is all around
But if you listen you can hear the sound
Of one head being banged against a wall

What if our ancestors had stayed up in the trees?
Would we still be weighed down by these worries?

Once I was a dewdrop,
A million years ago
Rose up on a misty day
Into the clouds and rolled away

Reborn as a raindrop,
I fell to earth as rain
To rise and fall and rise and fall
And rise and fall again

Rise and fall, freshwater and brine
Rise and fall and rise and fall until the end of time
Rise and fall, freshwater and brine
Rise and fall and rise and fall until the end of time

Once I was a snowflake
Ten thousand years ago
Drifting in a blizzard deep,
Fell into a frozen sleep

Reborn as an iceberg
We calved in Baffin Bay
And waited for the Moon-hauled tides
To carry us away

A single fleeting moment
In a vast ocean of time
Floating on a night so calm
Pass me by, I mean no harm

A mountain made of raindrops
Goes drifting on its way
And dreams of making rainbows
On some distant summer’s day

© Billy Bragg 2021