The Suffering Stage

from by Joseph Huber

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The suffering stage
Oh, its a lonely play.
The scene is this beat-up, shut-down world,
And every soul's the main.
Every seat in the house is a vacant space,
But she's a whirlwind backstage
In your aching brain,
So in silence rage on the suffering stage.

On the suffering stage
All the leads takes their place,
Pain like a spotlight shines
And blinds you in and frames your cage.
The front doors are locked;
The whole house is dark,
And there's always plenty of space to park,
And the marquee lights display
Just reads, "Look the other way" from the suffering stage.

Well, all you needed was a hand to hold
Or an ear just to hear your cry,
But everywhere that you turn
Everybody's busy learning their own damn lines.
Like a man ain't nothing more than just a penny in the tray,
Take one or leave one, boy, you don't you know another will just
Take it's place among the fray
Who've all come of age on the suffering stage.

Some folks make their own plate,
Shape their own fate, hell, it worked out great.
While other folks under the yoke of a bad hand slave to their final page;
Some men with full pockets will sit around and comfortably gauge,
How there's nothing quite less flattering than a poor man's rage,
While the desperate cries rising from human stockades
Just yield cold-shoulder cries that stamp "It's too damn late"
On the face of a nation now covered in flies,
And a rooster crows, and a gambler lies,
And innocence suffers, and little children die,
With no one left to blame, no, hell, not even in the sky,
But what for whatever's grace, it could just as well be you or I
Right there in that helpless place, but just turn your face
And say, plain as the day, "What a shame, but better them than I,"
And a rooster crows and a gambler lies,
And innocence suffers and little children die
Upon the stage; Right there upon the stage
With little or no outrage, for 'death is the wage,' they say,
Here on the suffering stage.

The lights are all off now, but the dreams and the pain, they still remain;
Seeking one moment's triumph in ten thousand foolish and fruitless ways,
As if one grape was somehow found to be worth a field
Of naked barren branches all withered without yield
and in that solitary taste, hope to smile and pass away
Lest your heart falls prey and gets one more chance to say,
"One more day....oh, just one more day, Lord, here on the suffering stage."


from The Suffering Stage, released April 21, 2017



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Joseph Huber Milwaukee, Wisconsin

After 7 years of hard touring and playing banjo with the influential streetgrass group, .357 String Band, Joseph Huber has found an individual voice that covers a vast range of influence. Playing all the instruments, from fiddle to harmonica to banjo to tambourine (and as many as he can at once) he amazes and entertains, but also reveals substance. His songs are lyrical, but he knows a good hook. ... more


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