The Reckoning
Steve Tilston Lyrics


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Here’s to all the grand children,
Yet to be born great grand children.
All your sons and daughters,
And your own grand children too.

I offer you my hand.
Out across the age’s span.
A misbegotten plan
To leave the reckoning to you

I must apologise,
if it’s written in the troubled skies.
We’ve been peddling lies,
Somehow forgotten what is true.

Though it’s buried deep.
Poison never sleeps.
Through the ages seeps,
To leave a reckoning for you.

We hang on to misguided dreams,
sleepwalk to the brink.
Hey ho, rue the day.
We’re going down in drink.

I have planted seed.
In vain to raise an apple tree.
To entice the bees
to sip the blossom on the bough.

But the bees don’t toil.
Around the tree a serpent coils,
Spits venom in the soil,
And leaves the reckoning to you

I raise to you a toast.
Should trouble come to roost.




For we ate the golden goose,
And left the reckoning to you.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Steve Tilston's song The Reckoning are a reflection on the state of the world and the legacy that we will leave for future generations. The first stanza acknowledges those future generations, including grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and the responsibility that we have to them. The singer offers his hand across the ages, but admits that his plan to leave the reckoning to them is misbegotten. In the second stanza, he apologizes for the troubles that he sees in the world, which seem to have been written in the troubled skies. He acknowledges that we have been peddling lies and that we have forgotten what is true. The poison of our actions is buried deep, but it never sleeps and will leave a reckoning for future generations.


The third stanza contains a reference to the "golden goose," which is a metaphor for the earth and all its resources. We have eaten the golden goose and now must face the consequences of our actions. The fourth stanza contains a metaphor about planting a seed to raise an apple tree, but the bees don't toil and a serpent coils around the tree, leaving poison in the soil. The fifth stanza offers a toast to future generations, acknowledging that trouble may come to roost and that we have left the reckoning to them.


Line by Line Meaning

Here’s to all the grand children,
Cheers to the future generations that are yet to be born


Yet to be born great grand children.
Future great grand children who are yet to be born


All your sons and daughters,
All of your offspring


And your own grand children too.
Your own grand children


I offer you my hand.
I extend a symbol of friendship and support


Out across the age’s span.
Through time and generations


A misbegotten plan
A failed or flawed idea or strategy


To leave the reckoning to you
To leave the consequences to future generations


I must apologise,
I need to express regret or remorse


if it’s written in the troubled skies.
If it's predetermined and unavoidable


We’ve been peddling lies,
We've been spreading falsehoods


Somehow forgotten what is true.
Lost sight of what is genuine or authentic


Though it’s buried deep.
Even if it's hidden or repressed


Poison never sleeps.
The harmful effects never disappear


Through the ages seeps,
Over time, it slowly infiltrates


To leave a reckoning for you.
To leave the consequences for future generations


We hang on to misguided dreams,
We cling to unrealistic or naïve hopes


sleepwalk to the brink.
We unconsciously approach disaster


Hey ho, rue the day.
Expressing regret or warning of consequences


We’re going down in drink.
We're headed towards our own demise, potentially through drinking or other self-destructive behavior


I have planted seed.
I have attempted to create something good


In vain to raise an apple tree.
Without success in nurturing growth


To entice the bees
To attract pollinators


to sip the blossom on the bough.
To consume the sweetness of the flowers


But the bees don’t toil.
The necessary workers are missing


Around the tree a serpent coils,
There is a lurking danger or deceitful presence


Spits venom in the soil,
Causing harm and toxicity


And leaves the reckoning to you
Leaving the consequences to future generations


I raise to you a toast.
I make a celebratory gesture with my drink


Should trouble come to roost.
If negative consequences arrive


For we ate the golden goose,
We consumed or destroyed something valuable


And left the reckoning to you.
Shifting the consequences to future generations




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