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Oh can't you feel the nostalgia, son, I wonder about ya,
Modernistocrat Horatio Alger,
Clever never hesitating in the baiting, ever waiting
For the canticle of manacles abating.
Did you ever forget - you had a regret - and what you only guessed at
Might still be waiting?

When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home,
Well, he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call,
And father never understood the way the work gets done.
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son,
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son.

When everybody about - is ready to bout you - about controversial values,
Don't you think you better readdress the level of the cowardice rising to drown you?
Did you ever connect - or come to reject - or even inspect
The dreams that hound you?

When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home,
Well, he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call,
And father never understood the way the work gets done.
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son,
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son.

When you least expect it, he's going to run
Like the blood red path of the western sun, oh yeah.
The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come.

Well, hell no, don't look at me,
Can't you see, I ain't one, no prodigal son.
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son.

A prolific 19th-century American author whose principal output was formulaic juvenile novels. Many of Alger's works have been described as rags to riches stories, illustrating how down-and-out boys might be able to achieve the American Dream of wealth and success through hard work, courage, determination, and concern for others. He attended Harvard University at the age of 16. He worked at a Unitarian church after graduating and got caught in a pederastic scandal with two teenage boys. He then resigned. His writing never got him rich and all the money he made went to homeless and underpriveleged boys.

A chant, hymn or song, especially a nonmetrical one, with words from a biblical text

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To make or become less strong

To collide and rebound; glance

The moment at the end of a performance when actors come back on the stage and thank the audience for applauding them for their performance.

Someone who returns home from travelling, especially having repented of former extravagant behaviour.

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Quote I think this is a social commentary about the general population. Brett is saying that there are many people who fit the description of "the prodigal son" in our society. The prodigal son subtly hates everybody for petty reasons, but means not to disturb them or challenge their opinions for the sake of his own ambitions, and this is how we are all becoming. Greed and spineless political and social values for the sake of the peace are becoming the social norm, is this beneficial? He stresses he is not like this himself. 12/02/2009 at 09:40 I think this is a social commentary about the general population. Brett is saying that there are many people who fit the description of "the prodigal son" in our society. The prodigal son subtly hates everybody for petty reasons, but means not to disturb them or challenge their opinions for the sake of his own ambitions, and this is how we are all becoming. Greed and spineless political and social values for the sake of the peace are becoming the social norm, is this beneficial? He stresses he is not like this himself.