When we play Fiasco live, I usually announce “this is a song about America.”
Song name: Fiasco (formerly entitled El Dorado)
Written by: Barry Craig, 2008
Performances on this recording: Barry, Josh, Joey & Talljoe
Last updated: August 2012 added Talljoe’s keys, new vocals and mix July 2012. Recorded some new guitars with Joey in November, 2010.
We cannot see through. Will this complete you? A golden prison. A silver secret. Right there in your soul. You know, I’m kinda the same. This could take me far away. From this scene. Somewhere else entirely. On my soul. Head in sand and gasoline. You know, I’m meant for big things. Revenue I’ve yet to pay. Foreclosing. Something else gets in the way. Cocoon me. Lead me on, lead me astray. Now spend some money, honey. I’m not there, I can’t see. Lack of actions make me. I try not to worry. I need this for my family in Ohio. War, it’s not far away. This sinking feeling cannot stay. And I’ve gone to the mall. This sale might end at any day. Amen. Amen. And here they all come. Out from the woodwork. To take it sideways. Gesticulating like you’re a whore. You advertise and decide. Flash a smile while you implode. Maybe trample. Sweep the legs out from a boy. Fill this hole. Take you home, distract us all. You magical messiah! All the same, I’d love to crash and burn within you. Take this shit! It’s for you! Oh, goddamn, I’d like to. But I… I owe. Warmth, it’s not far away. This sinking feeling cannot stay. And I’ve gone to the mall. This sale might end at any day. Amen. Amen.
Insights and Interpretations:
Steve, my friend and singer from Waking Hour, likes to point out that all the Obol lyrics are unified by a theme of seething condemnation of a culture that doesn’t encourage self-awareness. But I don’t know about any of that.