Song Description

Based on Albert Camus's essay, "The Myth of Sisyphus" in which Camus likens the Greek character who is doomed to roll a rock up a hill, only to have it roll back down for eternity, as a modern day existential hero. THis is an ode to those who would go against all odds to make the world a better place-- human and civil rights activists, environmental and peace activists, progressive artists, thinkers and doers who stand up for humanity, justice, equality, truth.

Lyrics

Saw a film Â'bout a boy last night
Who had the healing hands of God
Â'Til he gave that all up one day
To spend his life with a buxom blonde
I guess the filmmaker got real
I guess he made an anti-hero
Â'Cuz what real man would turn her down
In her brand new red convertible?
Sisyphus are you there still?
RollinÂ' your rock up
And down that damn hill
Sisyphus what do you do
When the task seems lonesome
And totally futile?
Know of a social activist
Protested wars and corporate bullshit
Â'Til he grew up and strolled Wall Street
Now he scoffs at his youthful ideals
I guess he couldnÂ't stop the war
I guess he couldnÂ't combat the greed
I guess he thought if you canÂ't beat Â'em
You might as well join up with them
Sisyphus are you there still?
RollinÂ' your rock up
And down that damn hill
Sisyphus what do you do
When the task seems lonesome
And totally futile?
IÂ'm not saying itÂ's any easy task
To save the world let alone oneÂ's own ass
All IÂ'm wondring is whatÂ's up with me
Once was brave, but then I got lazy
I guess my arms and back got sore
I guess I saw no end to the doom
I guess I thought IÂ'd join the ranks
Of the happy takers of whatÂ's still left
The happy takers of whatÂ's still left Â...
Knew a tree-hugger named Judi B
She lost her legs to an FBI bomb
But she continued to use her arms
And a brilliant mind for a righteous cause
I guess she had more strength than most
I guess she knew what had to be done
I wonder if IÂ'd helped her out
ThereÂ'd still be trees where there are none
Sisyphus are you there still?
RollinÂ' your rock up
And down that damn hill
You must be the bravest one
Fearless hope in the face
Of practically none