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washed my face in the rivers of empire
made my bed from a cardboard crate down in the city of quartz no news, no new regrets tossed a Susan B. over my shoulder and prayed it would rain and rain submerge the whole western states call it a last fair deal With an American seal and corporate hand shake take the story of carpenter Mike dropped his tools and his keys and left and headed out as far as he could past the cities and gated neighborhoods he slept 'neath the stars wrote down what he dreamt and he built a machine for no one to see then took flight, first light of new morning |
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love the run but not the race all alone in a silent way world drifts in and the world's a stranger in a light, eclipsed and alienated in a time, occupied and invaded can't tell what's right, better hit the ground running in the hills where the tall weed grows hands are tied and won't let go can't escape this place without leaving the world behind in a light, ashamed and humiliated in a time, sacrificed for the sake of trade the soul is bent, feels the weight of truth falling through left behind, no choice but to run to the mountains where no poppies grow, you have to hit the ground running in a light, paralyzed and spirits fading out of time, must decide to fall or run into the eye, of the storm no sign or omen make it right, or fall to the other side where fields are burning from the day you're born you'll always hit the ground running |
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spring is frozen now I'm stuck in low
wrapped with wire, tapped to the heart can't find no poison, now I've got no cure (the) fangs are stuck inside my skin payne county line watching unjust claims one man's righteousness is another man's long haul, sentence carried out long haul, counting the miles to the four corners of the world spring is rusted shut, (faith's) coiled and cracked apparitions worth their weight in gold scratched in metal, name erodes away hands are scarred, heart is charred burnt though, and ashen trip on fence post line sifting through the remains one man's close pursuit is another man's last chance, make it through the divide last chance, suffer the weight or get buried by this black heart, sweeping over the land black heart, crawling its way to the four corners of the world |
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With a head like a vulture
and heart full of hornets he drives off the cliff and into the blue not even the priestess with her wrenches and secret powers could save (steer) him from danger for a little while not even she could save him |
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High atop radio towers
Sky darkens in the final hours Marie wrings her praying hands Don?t see why the spirit won?t understand While lines are crossed Hope?s broken at the knees And at a loss The world?s made of dust And dust it will return Sniper surveys the scene Angel chorus won?t intervene Takes her child to the river?s edge And let?s her go to the depths Where dark waters flow A singing tide Pulls her to the edge and hypnotize Samn any fool willing to believe There?s no hand behind any of this What?s it gonna take, force the cycle to break And skut it down before it makes another round Sworn in on an oath the lies Swat away a halo of flies Fast track vision deceives The storm on the horizon Close behind |
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the plaza in the village
where mission bells used to ring is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin even the swallows have spring all the blossoms are burried 'neath the waste out of the shadows grow hatred along the corrider crawls fear crushed by the promise of hope that never returned watched with a hawk's trained eye trees grow silent fruit 'neath a suffering sky those who have stayed, keep a flame in memory of the fallen and pass on the old rites despite the risk but many more have left here on mended broken wings turning to see your reaction a tear drop fills your eye but you protest not to give up as give in heading straight for the wreckage picking up a shovel and a hoe start putting back the bricks one by one numbers come out of the woodwork corious to see the rebirth above the swollen clouds a strange sound fills the air a silence never heard falling like blessed rain and the swallows return as the mission bells ring |
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alberto hits his brother on the
back of the head, looks to the north as he starts to get up his brothers still sleepy grumbles 'it's not light yet,' 'if you want a new life, what's a few minutes wait?' darkness on the road and over the land into the laws and out of the hands from those with so much and no show of heart you'd think it'd be crazy to ask for a small part .. spotted an eagle in the middle of a lake resting on cactus, feasting on snakes but the waters recede as the dump closes in, revealing a whole lake of sleeping children poison in the stream that flows to the sea out on the waves that crash within reach of those with so much and so little to fear you'd think it'd be crazy to be so far away yet so near some say a new day will shine here over these catastrophes and horrors of misfortune, all across the wire Alberto y Hermano on the coyote's trail and dodging the shadows of the border patrol out in the wastelands wandering for days the future looks bleak with no sign of change darkness in the eye and down in the soul all across the wire to those in control holding so much with no show of heart you think it'd be crazy to watch it all fall apart watch it all fall apart |
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Ball of flame, it's all i saw
it pulled us in spirit search, no angels dear will find us here |
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